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| Angels that describe themselves, will never do that with ease. They bind their words in bandages, just like themselves as they fall out of dark skies. They let the wind cradle their phrases and let the trees pass it on in whispers of silence. Let them enter you now... ---> LiLi CeE* |
| Jack the Ripper 2001 Lovedrug You Abberation Beautiful Chaos Insomnia Where does that leave me? Final Light Lost Laughter |
| Heathenism Capture Break of Day Drowsy Contemplation Need or Greed Play (Dead) Deaf Cristal Computer Crash War of Angels |
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