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Toil without song is like a weary journey without an end.
There is a theme, somewhere in the chaos. There has to be.
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Toil without song is like a weary journey without an end.
There is a theme, somewhere in the chaos. There has to be.
1 comment on The Echos of the Blood In Your Head
Charlfoo February 19, 2013
My ears! My chest! *drool*
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