CAROUSEL

She Came To Me
Whilst Times Were Low
And Smiled at Me
Through Eyes of Stone
We Danced And Laughed
It's All So Cold
Like Wingless Insects
Born To Crawl
We Climbed in Vain
Destined To Fall
Into Graves
A Broken Soul
Now Nothing's Left
Except My Hate
Of Which I Leave
To One And All

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