Veil of SorrowShe bears the veil of sorrow by his chest Your chateu hides in the shadows of a lubrant fairytale Its deprived of the light of the day as he amuses himself with his own defeat There is a mocking contemt and a certain smile We swallow moments and catch our eys. Swallow the garden in a field of lies My every entrance means to carry a warmimg heart ...Love...love...love......a heart not finished. |
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