pray_do_tell
kendra
me
of
the
day
we
met
.
and
of
when
i
became
a
memory
.
easily
forgotten
.
but
ah
,
i'll
tell
you
every
detail
.
yet
i
strain
to
remember
,
the
colour
of
your
eyes
.
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...
god
a
dream
in
a
mist
of
gray
sirens
,
on
a
far
distant
shore
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what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from