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Sonata Arctica My Selene

Nocturnal poetry, Dressed in the whitest silver, you'd smile at me Every night I wait for my sweet Selene But, still... Solitude's upon my skin A

Nocturnal poetry, Dressed in the whitest silver, you'd smile at me Every night I wait for my sweet Selene But, still... Solitude's upon my skin A

: Nocturnal poetry, Dressed in the whitest silver, you'd smile at me Every night I wait for my sweet Selene But, still... Solitude's upon my skin