Season have gone, the candle has not been burned through
cause I thought I wanted to save the fragrance
so I never let it melt out the realizing
but the winds are bringing in the bays, of hounds baying
candlelight pairs with this heavenly music
gaunt eyes, inward always, free that far
with a bible in his hands, calling it a journal
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 1:02 AM UTC
Season have gone, the candle has not been burned through
cause I thought I wanted to save the fragrance
so I never let it melt out the realizing
but the winds are bringing in the bays, of hounds baying
candlelight pairs with this heavenly music
gaunt eyes, inward always, free that far
with a bible in his hands, calling it a journal
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