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Вершы: Opeth. My Arms, Your Hearse. Prologue.

There it was.
The final destiny.
A sunrise that never came,
still the night lamp that never faded away.
Farewell was the word,
and the afterglow was the brave morning.

Rising and telling everyone
about the beauty of its PROLOGUE.