Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers will never awaken you Not where the black
In the bleak midwinter, frosty winds made moan Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow In the bleak mid
Sunday is gloomy My hours are slumberless Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers Will never awaken you Not where the black
Sunday is gloomy My hours are slumberless Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers Will never awaken you Not where the black
She came with her blue jeans on Wanting to star in a song. Get you with your ins and outs of it, You're coming on strong, so strong I'll tell you what
on my voyage through vast space towards the heart of brilliancy, I must cope with the unknow face of a somber galaxy this universe, seemingly vacant and
You're a mean one, Mr. GrinchYou really are a heel,You're as cuddly as a cactus, you're as charming as an eel, Mr. Grinch,You're a bad banana with a greasy
In the summertime the sun don't shine In the town we live in I went around but still no sound In the town and all around it's gloomy Doo doo Oh it's
A murky presage roaming the land To silence the skylarks chant The somber kiss is at hand To impart the crimson robe Heed the dark some maid Dancing
Can you see what lies beneath Everything we are and used to be is buried and gone Silent screams I cant ignore Violent scenes are getting old Refraction
My mind is bleak and toneless are these walls Moments are passing by like trains that never stop I think without a thought but somehow I think after all
Walking out of nowhere Still no place to go out of life Shadows haunt the evening Through a quiet skies Where I am nowhere is to? In grey they didn't
Do you know what it is? And how you line them up With the layers of a lipstick We need stacks of bad acts Oh, I like the way you wear your bonds It is
I cannot reconcile myself to this - I wish I could!I cannot live the = life I ought to live - I know I should!I cannot bring myself to = pray,Except to
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Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers will never awaken you Not where the black
The sword holds memories The clash of armored men Lands which bred bravery Strange ways to entice them Arsenal of glory Unconquered soldiery The sword