Agna Moraine's Autobiography - Harvest of Breath | Текст песни

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These are the days when coldness delivers conspiracies of death and dying. these are the nights when I cover myself in sheets of despair only to awake with desperation still lingering. these are the times when sun exists only to remind us of what is lost and what can never be. these are the moments when my breath breaks as it crosses my lips into the....find your cave soon.

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