She's gone.
Why does it matter so much?
The world is a garden, full of plants.
My state is a plant,
my city a leaf.
She was like a dew drop on a small portion
That just fell.
They all fall,
she wasn't a human
but It still hurts.
Why?
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When she embraces you
Your heart turns to stone
She comes at night
When your all alone
And when she whispers
Your blood shall run cold
You'd better hide before she finds you
Whenever she is raging, she takes all life away
Your heart turns to stone
She comes at night
When your all alone
And when she whispers
Your blood shall run cold
You'd better hide before she finds you
Whenever she is raging, she takes all life away