what's the matter lady
moon is always waning
smile fragrant paining
grind those whitewashed tombstones
into a fine dust and blow it my eye
so i might cry
over you
and the distance
and have it be half hearted
but still textbook lacrimosa
Sep 2, 2012
Sep 2, 2012 at 3:09 AM UTC
what's the matter lady
moon is always waning
smile fragrant paining
grind those whitewashed tombstones
into a fine dust and blow it my eye
so i might cry
over you
and the distance
and have it be half hearted
but still textbook lacrimosa
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