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My love becomes a mange Dyeing autumn in its leaves When it broke me in the branch Where my antlers come to feed And I swam a hundred days In the bosom
Превод: Тхе Марс Волта. Пророк.
: My love becomes a mange Dyeing autumn in its leaves When it broke me in the branch Where my antlers come to feed And I swam a hundred days In the bosom
