A Dead Man'scove
We had turned the western fold
ecliped in the setinenrs nold
Where abendindeta was told
This story is far too old
with dreams shealtering the bold
In a time dangerous and so cold
This story is far too old
A fearless leaders distine cry
Here i was just a marksmen soilder of deception with a heart of gold
Never blink in your enemeies gamble
Driven bye this i walked behind blue eyes
Shouting in raiseing my daggers too the sky
True morals have swept the fortold bloodshed
Few quarrel's say this man's dead
Family wars is where i rested my head
to began the breath of my last death bed
A netural of messages's sent
an borken ties and it's forgoten lent
I've reached for all in my rise in fall
And took no parallel in up-lifting my needs
Place your hand in mine here u will find security in love everlasting
I seek the foul carson who was their watching
The fools rabbit sits at his grave
the man cree of a playing
I have shed no tears under the rumoured name
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