Victoria Legrand #beachhouse #foreverstill
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Dark and grim for a memory.
Measuring all the glory as it seemed.
Was it enough for eternity?
Foolish schemes for a destiny lined with dreams all came crashing down on me.
What will become of the energy?
There’s no pardon for a meddling soul
Somewhere in time we welcomed in the fall, now in the distance
Somewhere in time we welcomed in the fall, now in the distance
I can see shining, clear, our demise to be…
We’re not listening to ourselves.
We’re not listening to ourselves.
