Lost Upon the Withering Heights
Lost Upon The Withering Heights
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A saddened season
Again, this silent night
Trickling like a crying river
Of crimson love and broken light
Where smoke filled rooms
Of dust and ash
Choke a candle glow
To leave a mistress
A lonely soul
To gaze the streets below
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She writes a word upon the petal of a torn rose
And slowly dies...
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