Morgan Hanna:
The past returns to bruise my mind, with all that we once dreamed.
Morgan Hanna:
With memories of a stillborn love, and nothing what it seemed.
Morgan Hanna:
For me the year was vivid gold, no shadows hiding sadness.
Morgan Hanna:
Your parting secret, swift and sure has left the scent of madness.
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