She sleeps at my feet,
her cold shoulder so frigid
and her sighs permeate my heart
and her command stays rigid.
My life I would give
for this lonesome soul
since life without her
means I am not whole.
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She sleeps at my feet,
her cold shoulder so frigid
and her sighs permeate my heart
and her command stays rigid.
My life I would give
for this lonesome soul
since life without her
means I am not whole.
Autumn Siders 