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Tragedy
I today sing myself a serenade,
to easen the pain of the cutting blade,
nothing can I see, am now blind,
threats of the darkness blowing my mind,
my ears too deafened, can't hear bird songs,
I rise in nights like ghost before the...
I today sing myself a serenade,
to easen the pain of the cutting blade,
nothing can I see, am now blind,
threats of the darkness blowing my mind,
my ears too deafened, can't hear bird songs,
I rise in nights like ghost before the...
