Greedy I seek a mothers love,
Always in the wrong people,
Hearing about its greatness.
This greed has turned me,
My soul is eaten up inside,
By a deep roaming demon.
Will I ever be free again?
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Greedy I seek a mothers love, Always in the wrong people, Hearing about its greatness.
This greed has turned me, My soul is eaten up inside, By a deep roaming demon.
Will I ever be free again?
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