Midnights Voice - Notebook Scraps

Midnights Voice - Notebook Scraps

I, had my marker br I made my way br And the chances not taken br Have all slipped away br br There are the leaves br Scattered over the grave br There lie the dreams br As fate has it's say br br The cold wind blows br The chances not taken br Into the darkness br Will never be 'waken br br br Flowers br Are made of petals br Earth, br Wind, br Rain, br And sunlight too.


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Uploaded: 2014-06-17

Duration: 00:30

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