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...and there was war in heaven
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sensory deprivation sickness
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the final joy of staring into the soul of her essence
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freedom
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gabriel, calling your great horn
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welcome the warmth of destruction and embrace the lull of being
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time will write the pages of our demise
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sleepless nights and dreams of a clear blue sky torn agape, unveling the ethereal beauty of silence
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wrapped in whisper quiet. consuming the slow pulse, our presence
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lingering, engraved forever
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calling your great horn
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