.Cackling howls cut a windswept lot
Where a million lights turned out
A veil left singed, lids bare
And the blood rushed to your head
With your chin turned up
With the words still pounding
âδεν ήÏοÏ
ν εκείâ
Iâm left without fear>
With her chin turne.
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