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Into the orchard i walk peering way past the gate.
Wilted scenes for us who couldn't wait.
Drained by the coldest caress, stalking shadows ahead.
Halo of death, all i see is departure.
Mourner's lament but it's me who's the martyr.
Wilted scenes for us who couldn't wait.
Drained by the coldest caress, stalking shadows ahead.
Halo of death, all i see is departure.
Mourner's lament but it's me who's the martyr.
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