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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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