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Winter’s calling us, crying all a day
Wind drop blowing out, holy day you’ve found
All along the by and by
I guess,
You’ve trying not to prove it
Rollin’ down, far inside
Hey,
Gotta faced some loaded souls
All lands are burnt and smoking fine
We spend half of our life
With our prime in the temple of a lonely songs
Love is luxury, teardrops fall down
Passed the violins with the cross of the silent time, oh no !
Grey landscapes from our inside
I dream of a mighty shakedown
I feel all the things you’ve
Bring back from your inner space
All the call-up in your eyes
Oh loaded soul
So loaded soul
Oh nature, god of our kind
Oh solitude rising up with some loaded dice
Army of weak men
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