‘Tis a bitter storm that changes
colour to black, quick
ere the moment twists our fate
Ye’, a cruel ghastly flick.
colour to black, quick
ere the moment twists our fate
Ye’, a cruel ghastly flick.
Quietly I wish to travel onwards tremor the thunderous anxiety it rules thy desperation for peace Lord God knows the desire of our heart ...
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