Her Last Home by Demether
Her Last Home lyrics
Just like oil on canvass�
Touch of red, mostly black�
Thick are the air and the fog that hide her from you�
Weeps� shadow�
Cries � sparkle�
�She sleeps, she sleeps��
Once in time, there she was,
Standing by the willow tree,
Longing for an old feeling, being his�
Now she is like a torn flower,
Alone�
Among the trees, and underneath the leaves,
There is her last home, she lies there all alone�
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