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Oct 2015
Snatching ghosts of the nights from the mouths of men,
I am the watcher on the walls.

Holding your hand through the valley of the shadow of death,
I fear no evil.

From hellish waste to emerald isle
From sad to smile, I'm worth your while,
Written by
Sam  new zealand
(new zealand)   
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   Arcassin B
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