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The Hush Sound A Dark Congregation Our breath rose in the cold like a hundred souls escaping Save me, I am swallowed by the guilt of this We are surrounded by all of the quiet sleepers inside the quiet earth Our lips were cold as clay, we couldn't speak anyway Save me, I am swallowed by the guilt of this Our breath rose in the cold like a hundred souls Save me, I am swallowed by the guilt of this |
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