It was a dark dream,
All I did was scream
At the shadows that followed
The scent of my sorrow,
Begging to steal my soul
To rejoin the living and run foul.
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It was a dark dream,
All I did was scream
At the shadows that followed
The scent of my sorrow,
Begging to steal my soul
To rejoin the living and run foul.
The shadows that followed the scent of my sorrow. So affluent
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