And innocence was lost
For a beggar
And then no more recovery, it's lost
Inside another room of frost
And she keeps her prizes in a room
Hanging heads in misery stars
I had lost her too soon
And then I went too far
All those whispering heads are moaning
And between them, a thorn
All the heads are grumbling
Each of them love sworn
And she keeps her prizes in a room
Thousands heads staring back at me
She says this is her trophy room
And innocence is lost
No more trust
Nothing more
A delusion
Nothing more.
A Ceiba speciosa e seu espinhos
2 years ago
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