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there is nothing but despair in this heart of mine only a cold breeze from the fans of time the beat of missing, longing pounds on my skull like waves an insurrection in my mind but you, through all your troubles still press on, with beauty and it gives me hope as the smile on your face brings kindness to this place somehow it gives me strength to cope you're as rare as a hill in denmark i found you here in my hometown you close your eyes and a bright star goes dark breathe a sigh and the tide rolls down there is loneliness and anger in this wailing world people blaze like torches but inside their hearts are cold a dead horse, beset by enemies unreal the prison wardens poisoned my last meal but you, through every upset still fight on, resilient and it brings me hope through this tragedy called life you swing your hunting knife and slice the fibers of the hangman's rope you're as rare as a hill in denmark and yet you're here in my hometown you close your eyes and the whole sky goes dark take a sigh and the tide rolls down
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Jul 27, 2021
Jul 27, 2021 at 12:04 AM UTC
a hill in denmark
there is nothing but despair in this heart of mine only a cold breeze from the fans of time the beat of missing, longing pounds on my skull like waves an insurrection in my mind but you, through all your troubles still press on, with beauty and it gives me hope as the smile on your face brings kindness to this place somehow it gives me strength to cope you're as rare as a hill in denmark i found you here in my hometown you close your eyes and a bright star goes dark breathe a sigh and the tide rolls down there is loneliness and anger in this wailing world people blaze like torches but inside their hearts are cold a dead horse, beset by enemies unreal the prison wardens poisoned my last meal but you, through every upset still fight on, resilient and it brings me hope through this tragedy called life you swing your hunting knife and slice the fibers of the hangman's rope you're as rare as a hill in denmark and yet you're here in my hometown you close your eyes and the whole sky goes dark take a sigh and the tide rolls down
a song
Dawnstar
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Jul 27, 2021
Jul 27, 2021 at 12:04 AM UTC
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