Sitting on my graveyard,
under the mighty silver moon.
Enclave with the low music of darkness,
With all dead tunes.
Reason why I cried,
Reason why my eyes dried,
Reason why am broken,
is all I have ...
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Sitting on my graveyard,
under the mighty silver moon.
Enclave with the low music of darkness,
With all dead tunes.
Reason why I cried,
Reason why my eyes dried,
Reason why am broken,
is all I have ...
Read More
Sitting on my graveyard,
under the mighty silver moon.
Enclave with the low music of darkness,
With all dead tunes.
Reason why I cried,
Reason why my eyes dried,
Reason why am broken,
is all I have ...
Read More