The elysian fields
Every blade laid to rest through Death's shrineless remedy Every stain marks the test of each timeless memory When the last breath is aired from this soulless sorcery As we're born we return here...
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1 Previously on Oh, my God. It's him. I need to figure out what he's doing in that apartment. You want something done right? You just have to do it yourself. I would be lost without you. - Our love...
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