Cold Seed
Tiamat
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2004-12-21 07:45:43 |
When all stars are slain by fiery skies
and every word upon your spiraling cross
is but a misled sun, a bitter loss
inject us out of here
all i asked for was a little love
but from my hands flew the maiden dove
while clouds like cotton snow-white sheep
still calm beside their shepherd sleep
inject us out of here

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