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Quiet

Writer: SEBSTROKESEBSTROKE

Around the cries of broken hearts and souls,

the lady rose came awake

She’s come to mend mistakes and guide the lost.

Pretty one, pure one

Come and be my calm, come and lay with me

The ruthless nature of the ground does not agree with my quest

But now that you are here

I am free.



 
 
 

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