Texty:
Twelve Tribes The Perfect North

Texty

Twelve Tribes. The Perfect North. Dvanáct kmenů. Perfect North.
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I am alone in this world, waiting to reinvent beauty I am leaving, farewell. Shift the moon from my fears I've split it from the sky, it makes heaven

Texty

Twelve Tribes. Instruments. The Perfect North. Dvanáct kmenů. Nástroje. Perfect North.
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I am alone in this world, waiting to reinvent beauty I am leaving, farewell. Shift the moon from my fears I've split it from the sky, it makes heaven

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