FATE WASTE
FATE WASTE
(Early 1995)
And I met the flower that did not aspire
To be the bastion of the world’s fire
And when his hue split the sky with awe
The waste of fate was all they saw
Eyes caste on beauty and assign it curse
Which waste of fate repulses worse?
(Early 1995)
And I met the flower that did not aspire
To be the bastion of the world’s fire
And when his hue split the sky with awe
The waste of fate was all they saw
Eyes caste on beauty and assign it curse
Which waste of fate repulses worse?
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