Up in the distance, stands a grove of trees There
A churring tribe of insects on the mountainside
Orchestrate a hopeful
It was a late summer evening
Of flowered simplicity.
Two lovers walked
We land on eerie soil
beyond the graveyard site
Coming to raise
A noose of perfume lurking form behind
Replaying memories running on
Rhea-M comin' outta the sky
See the horror in our eyes
Throw
I've got a present for you, open it carefully,
Go ahead
Sullen air, whispers of my plans for you tonight,
Hush sweet
Poor little Charlotte's not so pretty anymore,
Her beauty has corroded
Seduction places me in line, revealed to a submissive side.
Eerie croons seep into this room
Oh my God, it's been
Look into the mirror where the secret lies
Just turn the
It was a late summer evening
of flowered simplicity.
Two lovers walked
Up there by the Lonesome Pine is where you will
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