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Spring Wild This Time of Year

Spring this time of year has left my games behind who warrants a secret? I've left my pride behind when you try to find a reason? and its fanfare is forfeit There's a labyrinth you delve and you reinvent sorrow with no one to comfort you From the old World ugly and evil then pay for mans Absolution

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