Gently the night finds a spectre,
creeping like a mist
the pale moon's face interlopes
across the face of the deep river,
it's there the souls of the departed
mourns their shallow song
heartfelt yet long gone.
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 12:07 PM UTC
Gently the night finds a spectre,
creeping like a mist
the pale moon's face interlopes
across the face of the deep river,
it's there the souls of the departed
mourns their shallow song
heartfelt yet long gone.
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