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THE MOON SHINES IN THE AUTUMN SKY. GROWIN' COLD, THE LEAVES ALL DIE. I'M MORE ALONE THAN I'VE EVER BEEN... HELP ME OUT OF THE SHAPE I'M IN! OH SWEET BABY, I NEED FRESH BLOOD.
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Mar 15, 2012
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