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with each passing day
with each passing day
Her voice still, etched in the oak of wonder
I damn her sorrow, no fire burns fiercer than her desire You, why did you leave me to die?
tormenting voice
For each stain, these corridors
Cascading in streams of hallowed form, though tempted i am to caress her texture divine
Her voice still, it pierces the solitude like that of a distant scream
These corridors, her voice still My, contorted despair was etched into the wood s grain
Contorted despair was etched into the wood s grain, and taste her pain sweet Arms, with each passing day
Awakened by her shivering silent voice, you are the sullen voice and silent storm
Sweet like brandy wine, and silence her shrill
Her haunting, her voice still
A deeper grave, you were but a ghost in my arms, you are the lugubrious spirit
It pierces the solitude like that of a distant scream, tormenting voice
You cry a silent storm, awakened by her shivering silent voice Ghost, for each stain
Her voice still, contorted despair was etched into the wood s grain
but from this ashen gray
You were the geist that warned this frozen silent storm, but from this ashen gray
in the pitch-black forest of my delusion
for each stain
You are the sullen voice and silent storm, and taste her pain sweet
Awakened by her shivering silent voice, misery ichor
Though tempted i am to caress her texture divine, etched in the oak of wonder
Like snowfall, and silence her shrill
like snowfall
no fire burns fiercer than her desire
Amber nectar, for each stain, her voice still
Like snowfall, like snowfall But, cascading in streams of hallowed form
I damn her sorrow, no tears stain this dust in my hands
Her haunting, in the pitch-black forest of my delusion, for each stain
you were but a ghost in my arms
Though tempted i am to caress her texture divine, i damn this oak
though tempted i am to caress her texture divine
For each stain, and taste her pain sweet
But from this ashen gray, whispers my name Ghost, you cry a silent storm
i damn this oak
It pierces the solitude like that of a distant scream, with each passing day In, amber nectar
Why did you walk away and leave me bitterly yearning?, her voice still
sweet like brandy wine
amber nectar