Droana Droana

Dreams Of Unplayed Music

Eyes of dying soul, wandered following
Its lone shadow in the most lone path.
The belief which was expecting the innocent love
Turned into a dream
Immersed into the land of blood.
Greeting cards were exchanged on those dark days
An angel was crossed again along with the god of hell
It may rain today, a cup of tea is ordered
The last promise was given by him

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