eimer oloinsgig

Rookie [nothing] (northern ireland)

The Cradles Omen

Pulling at my hair,
forgetting what I cry for
he shapes my mind
what to live and die for
left me behind
went to sea in a bottle
I am left
soft and broken
wailing from my cradle
oh wont you smile a little while
you could be my pretty angle
strangle me till I fall into velvet dreams
then I might be able

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