Drewsif Stalin’s Musical Endeavors - Naught



Fall away
As we'll do
The strings are tugged and taut
Fraying with my demeanor
With my demeanor

Wisps and whispers float along
Captive in infinity

I can only hope to hear her's
I can only hope to feel her's
Smolder out
As we'll do
She signs her songs of naught
And I'm praying that
That I will hear her
That I will hear her

Wisps and whispers float along
Captive in infinity

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