... Well.. I really haven't much to say. Could be because I'm exhausted. Time fer me ta hit tha hay.
Quietly Now
Hold your breath
and watch your step,
my dear,
don't want to wake
these sleeping strangers.
They need not know our
nightly dance with damnation
or our
godless romps through paradise.
They need not know
of our time spent
in the sweet cover of shadow.
and watch your step,
my dear,
don't want to wake
these sleeping strangers.
They need not know our
nightly dance with damnation
or our
godless romps through paradise.
They need not know
of our time spent
in the sweet cover of shadow.
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