Leave her golden clothes I fall through & she's
amazing though the calm fire rose. A Glimpse her
body's gold. We crash through & she's afraid
unknown. The calm fire flows. And did she seem
invited? Is the world delighted? Golden Dawn.
Shone. Feel the Cold winds hold. Poor you girl.
amazing though the calm fire rose. A Glimpse her
body's gold. We crash through & she's afraid
unknown. The calm fire flows. And did she seem
invited? Is the world delighted? Golden Dawn.
Shone. Feel the Cold winds hold. Poor you girl.
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