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Been has her being Urged to the dwelling of your ancestors All the long way to their resting place Now your place, nothing left, no more... Hungering your love lies in a coffin Can see the laughing vault Ramdripping on darkened woods Love`s soul is fearlessly sold Escaped from our world My elegy accompanies you She`s buried under autumn leaves... During a howling storm Dusty claws are grasping at her Thursting for infinity This is not her destiny... From Letras Mania