The mention of her name still turns a tear
With sharp echoes stabbing my inner ear
Our fortunes together were never clear
As the crystal ball rolled away with the seer
2018 Michael Yost 04/01
The mention of her name still turns a tear
With sharp echoes stabbing my inner ear
Our fortunes together were never clear
As the crystal ball rolled away with the seer
2018 Michael Yost 04/01
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