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Cloister Roamers When nights shall be drunk And souls be tumbling When the comic of roles end And cold shall be burning I await to call the utmost illegitimate side of us, As my penchanted pleasure For you be semisane Caught half into adulthood..
Cloister Roamers When nights shall be drunk And souls be tumbling When the comic of roles end And...
Just a night is all what you've for this life, accompanied by that one ,being with whom is not rightful tomorrow onwards...
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