Near Matches
Ignore Exact
Everything
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Every note whispers your name
the streets are distorted and strange
We built a city in the desert, alive with chimes
And the clock waits so patiently on your song
A rolling stone gathers no moss, but leaves a trail of busted stuff
I do not want to see the corpses that are surely on the bottom of the lake
my dead body
eternal love withdrawn
Undead
January 22, 2019
August 6, 2018
Grundoon
Whisper
Forgiveness
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