A long isle across an empty plane
Not free.
A cry
The pain
Oh, the pain.
A wanderer new,
To the murderous soul
Left alone.
You think she would mercy
You think she would save
A soul that's been burdened
But different come may
The horrifying truth
Of the life of a girl
Who loved so much,
She killed him,
And her soul.

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