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Dodano: 10 CZERWCA 2009
Death's Diary
Death's Diary
On Friday I took a city
Cursed it with a plague
Powdered crystals, smoking pipes
To crush and to enslave
And a row of dirty needles
Lines the route onto the grave
And there's room in my diary for you, my friend
And there's room in my diary for you
