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Saline Grace
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From Behind the Blinding Sun
Where a carnal shell so sadly groans A ghost of love the thirsting mind does wish We all create rooms in a room that coerces us
A swampland bears a lover's weeping His yearning, a beggar's room of memory We all create rooms in a room that coerces us
Tales arise from behind the blinding sun Withered roses tell an unheard story Whispering ugly truths from Mother Earth
An unloved harlot that unloved lover kisses He lusts for illusions of the unleashed soul We all create rooms in a room that coerces us
Where poorness shouts the harlot is driven Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Her face, just dead stonework of cold disdain We all create rooms in a room that coerces us
Tales arise from behind the blinding sun Withered roses tell an unheard story Whispering ugly truths from Mother Earth
But moneybags do rule in twilight castles High there almighty walls blare out a threat We all create rooms in a room that coerces us
Tales arise from behind the blinding sun Withered roses tell an unheard story Whispering ugly truths from Mother Earth
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