.Tracing the lines, for a portrait I'll throw away
Every leaf on the vine made of hope has long decayed
Deep in this valley, huddled here in shadows of disdain
Still you call out to me, but I tell myself that I can't reach
In this night with no moon
Brood of vipers in the palace
Lif.
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