Cold. Dark. Alone. Sadness
Angel of the light.
Help to fight the feelings.
Take a walk up that hill.
Feeling the sudden chill.
Carrying a wooden cross.
You surely see.
Death is there for you.
Between to thieves.
Taking our sins with you.
Biking in and around Moscow, plus other things that randomly seem to make sense to me.
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