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Cold Blows The Wind
...as demons of my mind tweak
death's catalytic converter
a dark oblivion twilight banjo
masquerading midnight shade
with scar tissue balsamic red
listening to the caribou
of old beards and the dead
gnawing on the sawbones
a dark oblivion twilight banjo
whispering, cold blows the wind.
death's catalytic converter
a dark oblivion twilight banjo
masquerading midnight shade
with scar tissue balsamic red
listening to the caribou
of old beards and the dead
gnawing on the sawbones
a dark oblivion twilight banjo
whispering, cold blows the wind.
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