Caricamento in corso...

away

why cry for eyes that fade away afraid to love no one to hold never been held I am the love of a bride, she see me as death black as the night my eyes are straight as screw line, my resting place the home of the dead my play ground the mind of Poe, free as the air between my wings I am a crow, beads of rain on the blacktop the sounds of love in every drop like tic on a clock watches that don’t stop




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