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My soul
My soul is as dark as the dead
roses's that lay at this peak,
I see the blood on my hands
the grave at my feet,
I know what this is
It's my eminate deseat,
This grave is where I now lie
no one came no one
cared to say good-bye,
Now this is it it's over i'll die
For all thats left is a world of dimise
roses's that lay at this peak,
I see the blood on my hands
the grave at my feet,
I know what this is
It's my eminate deseat,
This grave is where I now lie
no one came no one
cared to say good-bye,
Now this is it it's over i'll die
For all thats left is a world of dimise
Published 21st Oct 2011
| Edited 22nd Oct 2011
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