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Exceed the speed of the leaf's silent journey to the ground
A cold and dark October, a just as silent night
The freezing injection from the organ of it all
Makes me feel just as this, an empty fall
The wolves devour their king another one shall takes his place
But the history is meant gently to repeat itself
Since they remain a pack, where democracy is built on fame
It is all the same, no pain no game, no game no gain |
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