Upon Beauty Rests. For The Days We Fear The Air We Breathe. Lines Full Of Lies And A Thousand Roses. По красоты Остатки. Для дни мы Страх Воздух, которым мы дышим. Линии полон обмана и тысячи роз.
... : Dear Heart, So black and I know that you're broken. From words that she has never spoken. So now our lives are laced with a tragedy. We're drifting
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