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To the lost, lonely, and loathsome.
Come take a rest here.
I sing for the broken, the many unspoken.
The Night Wood’s grasp has dazed me so.
plight off my boot, I make it so.
Chained neck, a muddy feast
No longer shall it taste my feet.
I walk a path of many.
Take my hand,
our years will be plenty.
I luv u
Come take a rest here.
I sing for the broken, the many unspoken.
The Night Wood’s grasp has dazed me so.
plight off my boot, I make it so.
Chained neck, a muddy feast
No longer shall it taste my feet.
I walk a path of many.
Take my hand,
our years will be plenty.
I luv u