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make it right

cold winter blows and the sun doesnt shine
the leaves are gone summers left with the light
i dont know where this leads to but im stuck on this ride
into the river 
and the deeps

this song gives me the creeps 
repeating nightmare robs me of sleep
listern to the hallows as the move the night
out of sight 

make it right

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