Luyện nghe bài hát Thousandfold

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Of words the outlines
Blur on the showplace that made

The folk is
the dished up tale
The of a higher meaning

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An stereotype
To your absolution
A frothy poor for your foray
To disengage the deeps of encumbrance

All our

me

Truths
mine
me

Marching with ten
Whilst crucial weapon's not the
But the feather, held in hand

in blood
Your tall tales the forum
Altering it into the

I, the guise
Evoking baring fears
Pestering your conscript
I smile at my and while I die
I the roots of my perseverance

All our

me

Truths
mine
me

All our

me

Truths
mine
me