Portraits Of Past - Cypress Dust Witch | Текст песни

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Cypress dust all through your life. Who saw it coming? Resignation, the insight. Who Saw it coming? Take off your gloom and set a minute. Come talk to me. Cleanse your greyed vision, and you will see. Prey to the vagaries of time. Keep your lines disguised. Look through he eyes, and continue through to the end. In a few years you might be all right. But it will keep you up nights.

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