There was a flash of light
Followed by chaos
On the night
The
who's that clatter in the hall
who's that rattling my door
who's
Lend me your ears for a whispery cinder
And I lay
Your cheeks are warm, it’s wet
And my spine so dry
Cane came and he weighed my name against the sun
With
Do what's easy
steal every red cent out of the wishing
It's the last lighted seam of a dreamy week
forgive your
Cock my click with the setting sun
you're my mark and
Iron gate, purple wood
At night we go walking through the
Little bird in coffin come
Sum my day up in a
On a rose and tongues are golden
And every hum we
I was a lonely little child
On the banks of a
What’s that silvery sound?
A girl with a wounded gown
Clattering up
All this salt and sting
Is gonna set my broom to
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