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All was broken All has broke And all shall break again, Unless sweet bells Doth ring their tune Above thy love dear Ben And who was now acquainted with Thy lovesick melody Not the bride Not the friend But the bride to be Listen not to the stories told For they are all, regaled from ole’ With all your heart’s intentions; behold All was broken All has broke And shall break overtime Apologies, spilled from his lips Like poison into wine The bride, heart smothered, with tainted grin Smiled sickly sweet to see Not the groom Not the friend But the bride to be Hear not the tales told For they all regale, from crimes of ole’ With all your heart’s intentions; behold All was broken All has broke And all is breaking now As lovers ghosts parade the halls She’ll take her final bow No paramount could be found Witness to the scene When love turned red Who was dead? The bride The groom And bride to be So tell not of stories told Nor of love regaled from ole’ And with all your heart’s intentions; behold. All was broken All has broke And all shall break again When thou play the game of love You cannot but end up dead
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Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 12:56 PM UTC
A dead man's game.
All was broken All has broke And all shall break again, Unless sweet bells Doth ring their tune Above thy love dear Ben And who was now acquainted with Thy lovesick melody Not the bride Not the friend But the bride to be Listen not to the stories told For they are all, regaled from ole’ With all your heart’s intentions; behold All was broken All has broke And shall break overtime Apologies, spilled from his lips Like poison into wine The bride, heart smothered, with tainted grin Smiled sickly sweet to see Not the groom Not the friend But the bride to be Hear not the tales told For they all regale, from crimes of ole’ With all your heart’s intentions; behold All was broken All has broke And all is breaking now As lovers ghosts parade the halls She’ll take her final bow No paramount could be found Witness to the scene When love turned red Who was dead? The bride The groom And bride to be So tell not of stories told Nor of love regaled from ole’ And with all your heart’s intentions; behold. All was broken All has broke And all shall break again When thou play the game of love You cannot but end up dead
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nicoarty
Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 12:56 PM UTC
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