Go, My Songs, To Those Who
Have Instinct Lust
Go, My Harmonies, To The Ones
Who Have Lost Their Trust
Speak Against The Desperation
Of The Vanishing Breed
Be Against The Ones
Who Have Left Their Souls To Bleed
Tripping Slowly Through The Same And Safe
The Notes Of Disappearing Swan Song
Never Knew How Much The Hurt Could Give, So
May The Times Change When I Live
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