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The Winter The dark recedes If I could be nice If I could just be nice not as cold as ice So fucking mad, mad as life _ - _ this mad ass life Above ground there is ice I burrow I burrow I've borrowed my times at a heavy price bought lust and high times (the lust conquers all-almost) resolve for the new year to increase my awareness
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