Beneathing the rag,
Mother cries
Boy your no worth
He returns little in his war
And eyes of sister lack your brilliant dress
Callous spittle the well is tardy in ash
Aug 11, 2025
Aug 11, 2025 at 1:14 AM UTC
Beneathing the rag,
Mother cries
Boy your no worth
He returns little in his war
And eyes of sister lack your brilliant dress
Callous spittle the well is tardy in ash