I think the hardest part is losing a friend.
I could pretend to defend castles from those evil men.
Drawing swords with words and mystical herds.
Allowing my mind to race faster than a bolt,
You sayn’, your not happy put everything on hold.
And I will remain yours, in thought; until I turn cold.
I could pretend to defend castles from those evil men.
Drawing swords with words and mystical herds.
Allowing my mind to race faster than a bolt,
You sayn’, your not happy put everything on hold.
And I will remain yours, in thought; until I turn cold.
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