Winds
Cutting wind blows through my soul,
as I shall shed wrathful tears no more.
Rose is dead, when the rose is kept,
devoured and decayed, above my father's head.
A single song, a melody cherished,
forever saddened, the winds have vanished.
as I shall shed wrathful tears no more.
Rose is dead, when the rose is kept,
devoured and decayed, above my father's head.
A single song, a melody cherished,
forever saddened, the winds have vanished.
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| Auteur: Esmé-Claire | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 02 september 2011 | ||
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