R.I.P, by Ky Moet |
As the sun dies the nights rise People die To our surprise Nothing to say Weh hear their cries The knot is tird Our people have died Life must go on As we remember thier lives... The nights rise And our people..... Must die |
Posted: 2011-11-30 17:24:08 UTC |
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