I am thrill of all that it means missing
I am all that pain and not be undone
Are tears in their eyes lost
Empty and cold as thunder and quiet.
Dreams are a shadow perch
What a place and make the soul of man
They are all ... nothing but I would ask
Let me sprinkle rain
And their body nvaluie
Of the anyone and everyone.
I am pain other hearts plates
I am the silence in the night-night threshold
They are a tight bunch of tears
Are black rye bread.
I'm still ... nothing, but I want
Your body heat to be empty
Let me be the wind that brings rain
Of anyone and the all.
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I am thrill of all that it means missing I am all that pain and not be undone Are tears in their eyes lost Empty and cold as thunder and quiet. Dreams are a shadow perch What a place and make the soul of man They are all ... nothing but I would ask Let me sprinkle rain And their body nvaluie Of the anyone and everyone. I am pain other hearts plates I am the silence in the night-night threshold They are a tight bunch of tears Are black rye bread. I'm still ... nothing, but I want Your body heat to be empty Let me be the wind that brings rain Of anyone and the all.
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