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The words of the seasoned prisnor
Despair pouring over me
Clouds so dark I can't see
From where can its origin be
Angels or demons come set me free
Bring me the sacred healing key
Rejuvenating like the waves of the sea
For my freedom I would pay any fee
Even reducing the world into debris
Clouds so dark I can't see
From where can its origin be
Angels or demons come set me free
Bring me the sacred healing key
Rejuvenating like the waves of the sea
For my freedom I would pay any fee
Even reducing the world into debris
Published 16th Jul 2014
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