In amongst the skulls and roses,
lie dreams, broken and destitute.
The autumn leaves, golden in hue,
scatter over the skulls and roses.
Gently does the dew cover the
leaves as tears for broken dreams.
Touching deep within the blood of
the skulls and roses.
lie dreams, broken and destitute.
The autumn leaves, golden in hue,
scatter over the skulls and roses.
Gently does the dew cover the
leaves as tears for broken dreams.
Touching deep within the blood of
the skulls and roses.
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