The days were ...
Every fall there
Called the bleed here
I knew, the soul
Light of weight
Crumple in agony
A cry tearing apart
Dire the desire
Comes of the age
Quenched by her
Nascent touch
Happiness blooms
Thee the beautiful
Beautiful thy soul!
Every fall there
Called the bleed here
I knew, the soul
Light of weight
Crumple in agony
A cry tearing apart
Dire the desire
Comes of the age
Quenched by her
Nascent touch
Happiness blooms
Thee the beautiful
Beautiful thy soul!
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