In her dark hallways,
Where the names of lovers past
Are writ upon the bleeding walls,
I wandered, lost.
I walked barefoot and soul barren.
I watched as she succumbed.
In her dark hallways, Where the names of lovers past Are writ upon the bleeding walls, I wandered, lost. I walked barefoot and soul barren. I watched as she succumbed. |
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