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Empty Lighthouse
Each clash of thunder;
It makes my heart turn to stone;
Pity on the traveler as a night-lightless house;
Trophys litter the sea floor,
your soul begins to escape the though.
Loves lost;
Ignite the...
It makes my heart turn to stone;
Pity on the traveler as a night-lightless house;
Trophys litter the sea floor,
your soul begins to escape the though.
Loves lost;
Ignite the...
