Midnight alone
Through the halls
Night seem like a ghost
But the butterfly lost her wings
But she didn't lose one thing
Her moon of her dreams
Behind the rose petals of the
Butterflies dreams.
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Midnight alone
Through the halls
Night seem like a ghost
But the butterfly lost her wings
But she didn't lose one thing
Her moon of her dreams
Behind the rose petals of the
Butterflies dreams.
Those who were taken...
They never came back, dragged beneath the waves never to return.
Their haunting screams were a symbol of their horrific deaths.
Like shadows they lay in wait, the deep blue wa...