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𝐴 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑓...
As I walk above the frozen river,
ghosted streets are whispering my sinner..
Lost in the arms of the wind,
my tears are sinking in the cold dark breeze..
Like a white powder deer..
I'm walking on a highway of broken...
ghosted streets are whispering my sinner..
Lost in the arms of the wind,
my tears are sinking in the cold dark breeze..
Like a white powder deer..
I'm walking on a highway of broken...
