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Never Sing Again.

Father Time.

A minute, a month, a lifetime
I wish I had said what I meant.
But time knows not regret.
I can't retrace the time I've spent.
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      • Drown.
      • Full Collapse.
      • Disappear.
      • Autumn Leaves.
      • Exhausted.
      • Trap Doors.
      • Rot.
      • War.
      • Tasting Iron.
      • Your walls.
      • Drought.
      • Drift, Sink, Die.
      • Tonight Tonight.
      • Illusions.
      • Vanity.
      • Father Time.
      • Your melody is my company.
      • What it’s like to be dead.
      • Character Flaws.
      • You always were a wishful thinker.

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