Novembers Doom. Amid It's Hallowed Mirth. Chorus Of Jasmine. Novembers Doom. Uprostřed je to posvěceno veselosti. Sbor Jasmine.
... : Between my love, and my heart lies a weeping willow. Shading the secret of our yearning. This perfect place is ours. But the sunrise is mine. It will
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