Born in November
i ran to your place
when that story was over
throwing the skin and daggers away
and with departure of someone, that love rotted away
a nocturnal song echoed through the hall
when the ship arrived out of foggy water
i sat in regret, pain and carrying the weight of past
till you arrived like a savior, in november
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