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the genre is "dark ballad" but it doesn't give that option :(
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Lyrics
oh what a broken morning it is we wake to
was it a dream in which she pronounced me dead
you agree as i hail my murder
you are pleased as i bow this faceless head
she is the way that you go....
in the center of this circle
you have paved a world that i must breathe
only the air cupped within your smile
the mouth that laughed on the fall of my belief
she is the way that you go cold.
was it a dream in which she pronounced me dead
you agree as i hail my murder
you are pleased as i bow this faceless head
she is the way that you go....
in the center of this circle
you have paved a world that i must breathe
only the air cupped within your smile
the mouth that laughed on the fall of my belief
she is the way that you go cold.
Feter
well I might suggest Piano for the gener ..and your
vocal so special ...great poem ..did you put the mic
over the piano cos its making sounds as you playing the
piano ...wonderful ballad really ...what a soulful theme
thnx alot for sharin !!!!