is this my prize
a thousand years of baren black
is this my life
holding you here now
everything begins to fade
a tunnel vision of her
this is where life begins
this is where we begin
as us
our family...
can this be it
little eyes and lullabies
sceaming minds
and restless nights
none of this matters
I want to sooth your cries
Noir
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