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When Sunday comes

again i want her so

when Sunday dies

the autumn embers glow



All hallows Eve again?

A night to imbellesh and lay with sin

A night where spirits rise up and begin

All hallows eve

All hallows eve



The breeze of leaves so burnt and brown

Cool crisp air, and howls fills us around

FUll moon empathy, dont mourn those lost

She waits for me there, just north of the moss



Shes died again.

Shes without sin

Another day just may begin

Without her though

Bring forth the end.