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Do you hear the songs, the voices whispering? Of the Beast born in grey mourning.
And as you wear the gown
That's made of gold and white
May we someday be assured
As we walk into the night
Your voice had the perfect flow... it's too bad you gave it up though. Because you want money, you want fame.
Shattered (super early WIP) PSDs, HD, more at my patreon https://t.co/GzUOOPX96W