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Take my hand
In desolated room
We’re from the land
People kill the bloom
I was ready to
Guide you through the dark
I’m just an owl
You’re more of lark
We live our lives supreme
We live our lives supreme…
I knock the door
And bring the fire
I give it all to you
The thing you see
Is just attire
You can’t see the dew
After all these days
I’m just a ghost
I choose to forget
That you’re so mean
And drink doxylamine
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