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                        Текст (слова) песни: My Dying Bride -  The Grief Of AgeThe terror of being  Left alone  Never leaves me  Unspeakables woes  Gather me  Up forever  To your breast  Morbid weather    Watch this face  Still a child  Eyes red raw  Aching and tired  Issue your  Delicate voice  Sing through me  Men are twice boys    Childrens waking fears  Of the supernatural  Choke their simple thoughts  And crush our simple minds  I feel sometimes  A hell within myself    The terror of  The piled earth  Hiding me  Will end this man forever    
 
  
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