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and so shall nails fester coffins in devoids of blackness on days like this two hundred and ten yesterdays to go on lonely summerdays of my everything and a selective hourglass is like those days... of neverending you a monument of counting seconds naked pictures of letters covered in white snow and it seems to be the one and only true means of solace and so shall nails sing songs to me Aus Songtexte Mania