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Their Strange Gathering
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This hiding from the truth is an exhaustive task.
We're strangers in the end, whose eyes won't meet again.
With our time at hand there's a litany of places we will never see.
So wake and ache through each and every hour.
The cold light of day won't release your hand
We're strangers in the end, whose eyes won't meet again.
With our time at hand there's a litany of places we will never see.
So wake and ache through each and every hour.
The cold light of day won't release your hand