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The Lunatic

By and by the night does wry all whilst I lay in bed low they go the voices know I cannot stand their stead Clutching air In vast despair to rid me of this beast fight with blood defeat the flood of malice, hate, and yeast lunatic be realistic desist, wave your white flag I won't give I cannot live a life of scrap and rag

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Book: Shattered Sighs