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Lottery Of The Soul
He wouldn't call you
But you gave yourself willingly to him:
Lottery of the soul.
You trade your love with her
But she was clothed in distrust:
Lottery of the Soul.
You tend to get
all your heart despises:
Lottery of the soul.
You've sold your soul:
Exchange of wood for gold.
Lottery of the soul!
17:1:12:08:11
But you gave yourself willingly to him:
Lottery of the soul.
You trade your love with her
But she was clothed in distrust:
Lottery of the Soul.
You tend to get
all your heart despises:
Lottery of the soul.
You've sold your soul:
Exchange of wood for gold.
Lottery of the soul!
17:1:12:08:11
Published 1st Dec 2017
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