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All Which is Built from Gold Will Only Fall
Slowly waiting
Floating in the drift
Flying and floating
Stearing towards the rift
And then I fall in
I cauterize my wounds
But still they ache
From and for a soul
And...
Floating in the drift
Flying and floating
Stearing towards the rift
And then I fall in
I cauterize my wounds
But still they ache
From and for a soul
And...
