F e b r u a r y 0 5 , 2 0 1 9
A growing shadow
Comes out at night
Feel it rang
At the pit
Of my bell
ill it frail
Til it sang a slow
Lying cold
Comes out at night
Feel it rang
At the pit
Of my bell
ill it frail
Til it sang a slow
Lying cold
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