Ashen they laid on the ground,
words that were once alive.
Crying and screaming but no sound,
sewn are the heart and mouth.
Hurt not remaining as it was.
Pain redefining it's limit.
The time of the year showed itself once more,
the broken spell becomes the undoing.
Here comes the barren winter again.
words that were once alive.
Crying and screaming but no sound,
sewn are the heart and mouth.
Hurt not remaining as it was.
Pain redefining it's limit.
The time of the year showed itself once more,
the broken spell becomes the undoing.
Here comes the barren winter again.
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