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She bore a flame;
that’d she’d love him until the day she died, but she lied.
The promises of yesteryears, pouring down, like acid rain.
Too much, too late, as she longs for the country called home;
that’d she’d love him until the day she died, but she lied.
The promises of yesteryears, pouring down, like acid rain.
Too much, too late, as she longs for the country called home;
Wanting to Leave.

Long, Long Time Ago

The Girl With The Broken Wings

Coming For You

Man's Reach Exceeds His Imagination

Hopeful Vagabond