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A building was built in nineteen-ten A place for the children to learn Once filled with laughter, now the everafter This schoolhouse would suddenly burn Twenty-one souls, were lost that day When the schoolhouse burned to the ground A nightmarish cost, everyone was lost A bible, the only thing found A school once more, raised from the ashes But later, turned into a home With visions and dreams, of bloodcurdling screams And oasis, for spirits to roam Ghostly apparitions, now wander these rooms Trying to escape from the flames Trapped in this hell, their spirits now dwell While calling their mothers names Each night they play their childish games Destined, to relive that day Ever changing shape, while trying to escape This place, where the children play
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May 3, 2010
May 3, 2010 at 1:49 PM UTC
Where the Children Play
A building was built in nineteen-ten A place for the children to learn Once filled with laughter, now the everafter This schoolhouse would suddenly burn Twenty-one souls, were lost that day When the schoolhouse burned to the ground A nightmarish cost, everyone was lost A bible, the only thing found A school once more, raised from the ashes But later, turned into a home With visions and dreams, of bloodcurdling screams And oasis, for spirits to roam Ghostly apparitions, now wander these rooms Trying to escape from the flames Trapped in this hell, their spirits now dwell While calling their mothers names Each night they play their childish games Destined, to relive that day Ever changing shape, while trying to escape This place, where the children play
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larry-b
May 3, 2010
May 3, 2010 at 1:49 PM UTC
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