Somehow Hollow. Busted Wings And Rusted Halos. How Winter Killed Our Souls. De alguna manera hueco. Alas rotas y oxidadas Halos. ¿Cómo invierno mató a nuestras almas.
.... I waited for so long to have you here at home I waited for so long. I wondered how you grew so old how these lakes froze and winter killed our souls
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