Depraved from lightness,
shall await in the numb...
I saw him standing by a willow oak tree,
crossing gentil words with whispering candles...
The zodiac of the world's a mighty stage,
Pipers, pirates and angels enraged...
My legs are running
My hands are untied...
She comes from the battle
From the wreckage of a storm...
Every heart has a garden, I would like to go there one day and take out the thorn from your heart.. |
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