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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
