..:your blood on my hands
i hand you your heart
it isn't the end
yet it is...my time to:..


..:part into death
there isn't much time
to put down the rhythm
that was once:..


..:mine are the answers
i must earn my wings
the reaper is calling
and to me he:..


..:sings a solemn sonnet
the last song to you
i wasn't trying to hurt you
but alas love
our time is:..



..:th.rough...

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