sleep Scrabbled and we slept Through the window came the rain It's glorious, it's glorious It's glorious, it's glorious It's glorious, it's glorious
Tłumaczenie: The Breeders. Chwalebny.
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A bittersweet reality in the death of an entity. No purpose is left for a righteous mercenary. All that's left is the glorious fall or my reign is not
