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• Artiste: Saintly Rows
• Titre: Crow's Feet
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There was life in these halls. There were echoes of laughter, down the street where you lost the will to get back up. Days weighed heavier. Nights seemed longer than you could bear to take in here. We used to have a home. What I would give to see the Sun. I hope you rest assured, knowing that I never could. That same rain that gave us such hope now just ebbs at our sides. Chipping away the paint until there is nothing but what we've chosen to hide. But I felt your hand leave mine, as you recited, "It's winter here, yet." What's with these aging, aching lines that call attention to our faults? I could never hate you as much as I could hate myself. What I would give to see the Sun. I hope you rest assured, knowing that I never could. For me this was everything, to you it was just something. For now I'll have memories of you and me - of you and me. We are the salt of this Earth Until death from the birth. And though we have grown apart, There's no malice in this heart.