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Farewell

I feel your presence
I can hear you moan
I see you hiding behind
Every corner and every stone
I chase your phantom through the fields of dead
I'm scared this chase will never end
Every minute feels like an hour
These open wounds keeps devour
My very soul
As the church bell yell
I guess it's time to bid farewell




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Publicerad 2012-11-01 12:38



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