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Wishing Well

Hey there wishing well Take me back to where the angels fell I'm just tired of waiting for this storm to break I've tried but I can't see...

Corpse in the Copse

Rain falls so hard That I can almost feel it This copse is my graveyard Life lies in the cold earth The shroud of night surrounds me I...

There's a Son

What are we waiting for and what have we become? Why don't we try to tear our eyes from the horizon? I always thought we'd learn to walk...

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