As the years go on
your golden tongue withers
like a rose.
Choking on my teardrops
the woods caress me.
I fall into a happy dream,
maybe
I can find forgiveness.
your golden tongue withers
like a rose.
Choking on my teardrops
the woods caress me.
I fall into a happy dream,
maybe
I can find forgiveness.
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