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i don't wanna makea brash stepinto a false dreamgiving in to false hopesbut i also don't wanna waiti don't like waitingfor utopianstarsignsi justwant ..
witch bound demonheathen to your oathfeast and rinse awaythen pretend to move ondream onburning belowholding on to your ropetho under a thousand hangi..
november rainnovember rain feels likemy last train to the poetic fraynovember rainmy wondrous thrill before the christmas killingnovember rainmy winte..