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The Dear Hunter The River North

Traducere: Stimate Hunter. Râul de Nord.

That burned down the sides) Her feet began to bleed between the seams, but she persisted to the streets. In the heat of the night, the river rendered

(Take me to the river) The pimp and the priest pounce on quickened cat?s feet for the freshest young blood in sin?s for the feast. The book will then

Believe you me, the price is clear A child born, the mother near. To death and life, as hand in hand, A failed life exposed the man Who led her off into

feel it ripping me down. A reprise, two times, that time, burn it to the ground. The euchre(?) of mystery, the expiry of misery, the table turns, the sun long, the river