Frosted Lullaby - Diminished Hexaverse
Early morning dew
Hear the angels cry
Brooks of sorrow near
Wings of grayish stone
Freshly cut bouquets...
Frost slaps my face
Reality
I breathe live clouds
Exhale, exhale...
Sunrise dark
Without you
Sleep my love...
Snowdrops!!!
It's you???
Wake...
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