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Blackened flame showers upon fallen dreams,
Hollow tears wither upon forgotten hopes.
As dawn fades to dusk, so enevitably hope turns to pain.
Jagged memories rip and tear at the soul,
leaving naught but broken songs.
In pools of darkened sorrows a golden feather lies.
A haunting echo of faded joy.
Another wound to torture and scar.
Hollow tears wither upon forgotten hopes.
As dawn fades to dusk, so enevitably hope turns to pain.
Jagged memories rip and tear at the soul,
leaving naught but broken songs.
In pools of darkened sorrows a golden feather lies.
A haunting echo of faded joy.
Another wound to torture and scar.