Winter is the coldness in my season, filled with dark black lies - You seek the truth, which i do not concept, to even understand - I do not wonder in the land of Somber, i too easily am lost by Get - Whatever i do will never include you to the fully, that is why i left You, in the dark - When i decide to be removed from somewhere, to you it will still mean Nowhere - That saddens me with a smile, then i am happy, which excludes you completelly, again and again
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