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sometimes at night there’s music drifting from the wood a dusty wedding dress a room misunderstood once a merry crowd laughter in the halls now the cobwebs dance vermin through her crawls she sits and watches time creaks with the wind things so slowly crumble air so sweet has thinned so fast the rolling years dreams if she only could, but sometimes at night there’s music drifting from the wood
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Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 2:12 PM UTC
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sometimes at night there’s music drifting from the wood a dusty wedding dress a room misunderstood once a merry crowd laughter in the halls now the cobwebs dance vermin through her crawls she sits and watches time creaks with the wind things so slowly crumble air so sweet has thinned so fast the rolling years dreams if she only could, but sometimes at night there’s music drifting from the wood
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Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 2:12 PM UTC
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