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Graved
Looking down upon the frosted grave
Noticing, as far as the eye can see, an empty lot
Life is hopeless in a place without sin
Death is incarcerated in a tomb with infinite happiness
No one cares the dead are now pure
Life itself seems dangerous and unworthy
Noticing, as far as the eye can see, an empty lot
Life is hopeless in a place without sin
Death is incarcerated in a tomb with infinite happiness
No one cares the dead are now pure
Life itself seems dangerous and unworthy
Published 18th Jun 2013
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