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The Art of Valerie Herron

But I pulled you and I called you here,
And I caught you and I brought you here
These hazards of love, never more will trouble us.

(Source: Spotify)

"The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
When silence drowns the screams

Confusion will be my epitaph
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back and laugh
But I fear tomorrow I’ll be crying”

(Source: Spotify)

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