Welcome to the Namazonian Pain Forest
Tuesday, 23 February 2010
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Her eyes are fading
Her warmth is cold
Her statement hazy
Her spirit old
You make her fight
The things she needs
Make her ponder
Starting to freeze
She starts to burn
With all the ice
It makes her wonder
She's thinking twice
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