questfortruth
Well-Known Member
My angel's looking through the glass:
The emptiness approaches house.
It quiets any sound of pain:
The roof is hit by dirty rain.
But for the worry reasons none:
I am with you till trumpet sound.
The emptiness approaches house.
It quiets any sound of pain:
The roof is hit by dirty rain.
But for the worry reasons none:
I am with you till trumpet sound.
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