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Демон ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 2148 Регистриран: 26-November 06 Потребител N: 1692 ![]() |
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![]() Просветен ![]() ![]() ![]() Група: Потребители Коментари: 431 Регистриран: 2-February 07 Потребител N: 1829 ![]() |
е че как...
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Sheltered by wings, delicately smothered by blindness Released among the wolves, thus molded by resistance Ridden by the clawed hoofs of tyrants The fruit of other worlds, but grown by loneliness Concealing a black soul, and but sensing the beyond Uniquely grown from within Shimmered by a darker night, but left to solitude |
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