Good mourning Mr. Sleepy My name is Winter Cold I'll freeze the heart you're loving To wound your mortal soul Believe my little friend You're blind and you don't know Illusions come to an end And you are gone Her love is like a candle Weeping in the wind Blow out its flame It's easy as committing sins Farewell for ever Thousands needles in my heart Get me some poison No more lies Good mourning Mr. Sleepy Stare at this stormy sunset The veil of doubt comes creeping Like a disgusting insect Believe my little friend Her heart is turned to stone Dreams come to an end She's false to the bone
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