Thoughts of you ride inside my mind
The good times
The bad times
Everything in between
The softness of your touch
The sweetness of your kiss
Your laugh
Your smile
Your voice an Angel
Scarecrow
The Scarecrow has come for the harvest Your soul is what he harvests Then gives each soul to a Jack-o-Lantern So it comes awake
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The evils of this World hold you by a leash to Stay in controll
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Sons of night Wicked deeds Doomed they are
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