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Текст песни Opeth - Dirge For November

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Lost, here is nowhereSearching home stillTurning past me, all are goneTime is nowThe omen showed, took me awayPreparations are done, this can`t lastThe mere reflection brought disgustNo ordeal to conquer, this firm slitIt sheds upon the floor, dripping into a poolGrant me sleep, take me underLike the wings of a dove, folding aroundI fade into this tender care