So there he is, in the ill empty hall. Vainly trying to wipe his grieved soul. Feeling like a midnight queen of the house but knowing tomorrow it will be more than a crown. And it's strange but, at least for a while, I like that man, that fat boy that sweats and could be me.
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"High of Defenses" as written by Diego Yturriaga Navarro Abel Hernandez Pozuelo
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