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Fajne0
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She came to me one morning
One lonely Sunday morning
Her long hair flowing
In the midwinter wind
I know not how she found me
For in darkness I was walking
And destruction lay around me
From a fight I could not win
nie ma już Harrego, nie ma już kosy, nie ma już nawet czasu na próby.
Za to raduje się me serce, jutro The Asylum Tour! ^__^
