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Dec 2013
She who would want not but destruction
Deserves not but life deduction
Taken down from her high rock
For, we no longer can simply talk
Too good for me
Too proud to yell
I look back somberly,
On all that Hell
Now you drop your eyes
Like the December pleads
Won't you Love me?
When you Loved me
Ah, ah
Insanity you plead
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Adam Mott
Written by
Adam Mott  Bright Falls
(Bright Falls)   
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