Desolate October grief Falls heavy like boulders of decay Upon crestfallen life which soon Is to be gone
And as the days go by All living seems »
Autumn Frore Meadow
by Yearning
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Now his grave is just a heap of stones.
"The waves crest sharp as an unsheathed blade,
As spume-topped breakers shorewards loom,
And boulder »
The Pale Mist Hovers Towards the Nightly Shores Through Chasm, Caves and Titan Woods
by Carpathian Forest
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fire it up
When we fine the perfect water
We'll hang out on the shore
Just long enough to leave our clothes there
Fine enough, fine enough
Oh, we »
Fire It Up We Were Dead Before the Ship Even Sank
by Modest Mouse
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life parolers Half the crowd wild, 9 m&m holders Apply boulders, smash your allied soldiers Intimate footage roll off the cameraman's shoulder Many-a-die »
Mic Trippin Beneath the Surface
by GZA
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