Burial
Dance for me oh danity one.
The one who is the shiver of my sole.
Allowed and tollarant your voice of sensing
speak a why for me.
Weighed in at heavy, no not the flesh yet your
collected eyes.
Where they are at maxium pretendance,
why do you pretend!
Have you forgotten I your brother the
bachalor of A lie.
Seemingly enough he states tomorrow!
Oh danity one whos eyes are widowed,
do not wake for me.
I seek burial, oh burial..
The one who is the shiver of my sole.
Allowed and tollarant your voice of sensing
speak a why for me.
Weighed in at heavy, no not the flesh yet your
collected eyes.
Where they are at maxium pretendance,
why do you pretend!
Have you forgotten I your brother the
bachalor of A lie.
Seemingly enough he states tomorrow!
Oh danity one whos eyes are widowed,
do not wake for me.
I seek burial, oh burial..
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