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Gathering
Gathering — On most surfaces
Gathering — On most surfaces (текст песни)
The frost hits me in the eye and wakes me these are blury winters and i cannot see I walk into the white light of the snow when the sun comes I break it with my shadow which tales me where i go I am the snow falling down on you I tear up your face with my frost And make you run to somewhere warm When i come i see you get away I burst out about your emptyness The frost hits me in the eye and wakes me