: Driven through by her own sword Summer died last night, alone Even the ghosts huddled up for warmth Autumn has come to my hometown Friendly voices
Driven through by her own sword Summer died last night, alone Even the ghosts huddled up for warmth Autumn has come to my hometown Friendly voices, dead
Driven through by her own sword Summer died last night, alone Even the ghosts huddled up for warmth Autumn has come to my hometown Friendly voices,
