The Saint of Mourning Hearts

She mourns over her beauty all covered in mud
With a showering rain she’s tainted and weak
She’s strolling along smelling innards and blood
Streets and corners of life look so hopelessly bleak

Carry on! Carry on! Let tears run down the lane,
All those tears that were shed here again
Not in vain

15.10.2018


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