And so the twisting began
Telling tale under moonlight
A fickle old soul
And difficult woman
Took your hand into hers
Desperate to relieve her
Countless years of flagellation
In the sad song she sings
But the world won't listen
And the crone knows why
The world won't listen and
She knows, she knows,
She knows why
Because the saddest songs
Remain silent below
The lonely sigh
You made your mistake
Deserve of this
Close knowing
You said your ears were
Always open
Not fully
Understanding
What that means
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 2:52 AM UTC
And so the twisting began
Telling tale under moonlight
A fickle old soul
And difficult woman
Took your hand into hers
Desperate to relieve her
Countless years of flagellation
In the sad song she sings
But the world won't listen
And the crone knows why
The world won't listen and
She knows, she knows,
She knows why
Because the saddest songs
Remain silent below
The lonely sigh
You made your mistake
Deserve of this
Close knowing
You said your ears were
Always open
Not fully
Understanding
What that means
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