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Jun 2015
He wore a fickle grin
But it seemed there were worms within
Behind those tombstone teeth
He scares me
I dream of him opening that maw
Seeing other world's in the darkness of his cloak
Seeing only gleams where eyes should be
Oh this dark man
That seemed like no man at all*
Empty eyes That nightmare grin
And behind the vale the worms within
Partly inspired by the dark tower
Beneath my willow weeping
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Beneath my willow weeping  Az
(Az)   
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