‘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.
Canna see the light shining past yer heed or the shadow where yer are when yer lie deed canna see the sparra in the field of gold nay’ or se...
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