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Wanderer
Walk with me
In the Valley of Death
Where broken hearts moan
Under a blackened sky
Our charcoal memories
Will turn to dust
As we trip on the headstones
Of youthful demise
Walk with me
In the Valley of Death
Where broken hearts moan
Under a blackened sky
Our charcoal memories
Will turn to dust
As we trip on the headstones
Of youthful demise