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Around, all around, the angels gather.
My dread grows as doom's scythe falls against my head.
It crushes me, and darkly my
blood drips
to the thirsty earth.
In pain I call your name
while death approaches.
Now alone, my love falls upon dead eyes.
This is because of you
- by - p w i t t i f u l - |
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- | Submitted on 10/23/2011 |
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- Title: This is because of you.
- Artist: - p w i t t i f u l -
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- Date: 10/23/2011
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