Luke Worrall & Ash Stymest
Tonight the stars hang vividly to her eyes
To her soul a quiet whisper and her heart can take in no lies
Tonight the moon is quiet and holding no restraint
The trees are still in the breezeless night air
Love dangles off her sleeve unready for such a taint.
To her soul a quiet whisper and her heart can take in no lies
Tonight the moon is quiet and holding no restraint
The trees are still in the breezeless night air
Love dangles off her sleeve unready for such a taint.
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