Paroles de Wewe
On the Nordic west before the visionWicked moon and rare thigns for the soul
Eat the millions to dig out what you're after
Hot, mad, and slowly for his soul
Now we still have the hazings for the background
Like I told you to your tears before
Lovely ribbon masked until you're forewarned
Look, he tells of holly and disease
by Rene
Look, he tells of holly and disease
by Rene
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