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plea
Black roses and hail Mary
What's left to be found
Thunder echoes and hail rain down
While I'm left to dig my own grave
I reach to the sky and call out your name
But to...
Black roses and hail Mary
What's left to be found
Thunder echoes and hail rain down
While I'm left to dig my own grave
I reach to the sky and call out your name
But to...
