Spring Wild This Time of Year
Spring this time of year
has left my games behind
who warrants a secret?
I've left my pride behind
when you try to find a reason?
and its fanfare is forfeit
There's a labyrinth you delve
and you reinvent sorrow
with no one to comfort you
From the old World ugly and evil
then pay for mans Absolution
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