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the only sorrow I ever had was love it binds me with thorns of a rose bush i feel its cold brush against

my back. death stares us in the eye and wait to reveal our fate. pain makes us come together and fight

for a cause. No where we go for the silent storm. down the hill is he who killed us down the hill is

where well become dust

Description
the only sorrow I ever had was love it binds me with thorns of a rose bush i feel its cold brush against

my back. death stares us in the eye and wait to reveal our fate. pain makes us come together and fight

for a cause. No where we go for the silent storm. down the hill is he who killed us down the hill is

where well become dust