Tranquillity Volume 2.

 To the moon that pleases the eye, Rowing down the stream beneath the sky. Amidst this storm, mighty hearts die, No oyster beholding a treas...

 To the moon that pleases the eye,

Rowing down the stream beneath the sky.

Amidst this storm, mighty hearts die,

No oyster beholding a treasure to rely.

Quills of love shredded off the bird.

Upsurging away left the lover unflattered.

Inked with the Royal blood,

Laid bare the fertile mud.

Imitating the battles fought in Rome,

Twisted their fate on their way back home.

Yearning for the lost glory was the catholic dome

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tranquillity volume 2.