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"Novembre" de Dawn Of DreamsThe days of doom commence And my soul is lost As the skies turn black
Forgotten in darkness; A restless wanderer In gloomy autumn nights
So a deathlike silence Fulfills my bleeding cradicates My remembrance
Nobody's guiding me to light Not even you | The days of doom commence And my soul is lost As the skies turn black
Forgotten in darkness; A restless wanderer In gloomy autumn nights
So a deathlike silence Fulfills my bleeding cradicates My remembrance
Nobody's guiding me to light Not even you
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