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• Artiste: Ramafame
• Titre: December
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December, the angels cry in vain and suffered from the insanity They were like a, a dreedful child, white cold and dark blue There is no place to go nor place to be, except the pain we all have While the angels waiting for the sign to end it once for all You are my skin, which makes my wounds unheal Sweetness of blood spills Why are the children dying from our own misery When I needed caring, you were not there As a child molested and abused from the hands of his grip She tried so many times no wonder she is afraid I felt so afraid and tried to earse the pain when I saw her scars She hated live and she cant stand the pain her after all she had try You are my skin, which makes my wounds unheal Sweetness of blood spills Why are the children dying from our own misery When I needed caring, you were not there You are my skin, which makes my wounds unheal Sweetness of blood spills Why are the children dying from our own misery When I needed caring, but you were not there