Labels:text | screenshot | font OCR: Nothing's Forever What is wrong great sun Your withering great sun Won't you shine my sun Heavens infinite or so they say But what if hell was to freeze today Where would our evil souls stay The cult of spring showed by a tree Blossoms in the summer only to be a part of winters fall of misery I'll see you in the spring of being Rejoicing in the splendor of dreaming Slowly waiting for our killing The fire has extinguished itself The universe consumes herself with us and everything else Grateful Dead - iMPERiAL' 94
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