Poets are a dying breed
Their language is being lost
Go to sleep
Go to sleep Go to sleep On your pillow your head lies Go to sleep Go to sleep Dream while the night passes by Rest your head Upon your...
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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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