Everyone loves a drama
Everyone loves the drama
As she stared into the night, was the castle dressed in white. Behind her virgin eyes, the mirror image of her plague. And darkness overcame, until she screamed alone in vain. Oh how lovely as she gasps, yet so innocently sleeping. And forever she will haunt, now manifest this disease. The misfortune of the weak, I'll tell you what it is. Walk down these tragic steps. Disappearing with no trace, nothing left. This was the perfect murder
The perfect murder. In the ballroom with a glass, remembering it all at last. The memory of her first kiss, led to a series of unfortunate events. She'll dance to the sound of the clock
striking twelve.
Why won't you finish the job?
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