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He knows sweet and sour words To lure the wondering souls The voice as loud and clear Yet rather be thrown With nothing but a waving hand he passed the soul to the bridge Saying his last farewell was all he needed to finish Yet living the un-dead whimpering and crying For that lost soul was not meant to be dead.
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Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 12:07 AM UTC
The Bridge
He knows sweet and sour words To lure the wondering souls The voice as loud and clear Yet rather be thrown With nothing but a waving hand he passed the soul to the bridge Saying his last farewell was all he needed to finish Yet living the un-dead whimpering and crying For that lost soul was not meant to be dead.
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Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 12:07 AM UTC
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