Текст и слова песни November Doom – All The Beauty Twice Again
A moonlit breeze softly flows past the ancient night.
Always calling out to the saints who hear nothing.
Never to see the royality of age, and the beauty of life.
Fortune comes for all man, inside a fragile wish.
Forever sending guides of hope unto this very flame.
To burn away every dream. All the beauty, twice again.
To whisper in the wind.
Always calling out to the saints who hear nothing.
Never to see the royality of age, and the beauty of life.
Fortune comes for all man, inside a fragile wish.
Forever sending guides of hope unto this very flame.
To burn away every dream. All the beauty, twice again.
To whisper in the wind.
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