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All hearts are gone, they are cold and black, as all the roses blossom into skullz this season. All the people are dead, waiting for someone to care for them, as all the roses blossom into skullz this season. All souls are scared, when everything is gone and dead, as all the roses blossom into skullz this season. Everything is wrong, but everything is good to me, as all the roses blossom into beautiful skullz this season.
