"I want trees instead of gravestones, nothing to confess
I got a soft spot for your ancient books of horror stories
I got a music in my ear from long, long, ago and far, far away
And I still hum its tune, but how could I believe every word it says to me?"
I got a soft spot for your ancient books of horror stories
I got a music in my ear from long, long, ago and far, far away
And I still hum its tune, but how could I believe every word it says to me?"
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