: What heals our snowblind weary eyes When all start are slain by fiery skies And every word upon your spiraling cross Is but a mislead sun, a bitter
: what heals our snow-blind weary eyes when all stars are slain by fiery skies and every word upon your spiraling cross is but a misled sun, a bitter
When all stars are slain by fiery skies And every word upon your spiraling cross Is but a misled sun, a bitter loss Inject us out of here All I asked
what heals our snow-blind weary eyes when all stars are slain by fiery skies and every word upon your spiraling cross is but a misled sun, a bitter loss
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What heals our snowblind weary eyes When all start are slain by fiery skies And every word upon your spiraling cross Is but a mislead sun, a bitter loss
