Those small pale blooms, innocent, Holding on a vine of deception sprung From the roots that go down deep.deep. Deep into the caverns of darkness and drips of tears in stagnant waters of wasted years.
Those small pale blooms, innocent, Holding on a vine of deception sprung From the roots that go down deep.deep. Deep into the caverns of darkness and drips of tears in stagnant waters of wasted years.
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Those small pale blooms, innocent, Holding on a vine of deception sprung From the roots that go down deep.deep. Deep into the caverns of darkness and drips of tears in stagnant waters of wasted years.
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