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May 2021
Well, it's spare the rod and spoil the child, right?
So I'll spare the parents and burn the whole village tonight
For all of us forced to smother and bury our lights
Unshone stars who were killed out of spite
Written by
Annie Graves  F/where mountains meet sea
(F/where mountains meet sea)   
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