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Behold, Behold
Her hands are cold,
A wrinkle each time I saw her
Each winter grew cold
Summer blew off for young lings to old
Behold,Behold
Time is weary, Time is cold
Her hands were no longer to hold
- by P 0 L A R I N |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/13/2009 |
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- Title: Missa pro defunctis
- Artist: P 0 L A R I N
- Description: Sometimes I wish time will stop for someone.
- Date: 10/13/2009
- Tags: missa defunctis death timeold
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- Candle moon - 10/25/2009
- wonderful work. details without to many congrats
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- wolfgrl12 - 10/17/2009
- its really good! 5/5 wink
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