Cried out the Voices of
The Creepy Hollow
Cried out parched into
The night
But that was a desert
Night
That was a Night of
Chill
That was when Dawn was
Sleeping
And Spirits restless were
All circulating
Restless among graves and
Around tombs
They sighed
Roaming
Amongst them that and I
And you and me
All restless in a world that's
Wild with horrid beauty.
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