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Fatigue
A path in a dim light that I have to walk myself.
Rain falling from my lips, the most cleanest of all.
Dissany, esperance in isolation. Cold hands clutching at something that is gone. 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网
Her, dressed in black.
A warmth surrounding me when I saw her eyes sparkling.
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