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…The earth still sees beauty in what kills it, / And those wicked priests, I pray for them! / There were others who cried the same tears, / Begged more from empty eyes… / The earth still sees beauty in what kills it. / ‘Jump, jump!’ / Their voices throbbed as the drums of war, / So grand a song sign in to read more »
From bitter scented roses to that heart, my heart. / In which flows unreturned love / And to my love... / My heart be her heart as sorrow weeps by me. / To you, my love. / From those petals that bleed from their keeper's embrace, / From a heart drowning in its held love / To my love. / From those eyes sign in to read more »
In that midst, I see death / In that sight it's eyeing me... / I'm not dead, / And that's what frightens me / Few more seconds / And that would've been me / Them, us; it would've been me! / Just a few more secs. / He would've been dead / But he's not, / And that's what make him mad / Just a few more secs sign in to read more »
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