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215 源语言 supernatural Won't you spare me over til another year
that I cant seewith ice cold hands taking hold of me When God is gone and the Devil takes hold,
,No wealth, no ruin, no silver, no gold Nothing satisfies me but your soul Well I am Death, none can excel, 经手译文 doÄŸaüstü | |
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