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As the bells ring for saints to go into heavenly slumber At sunset the grey-haired lay in the box proper Away from the moist air they'd love to take in longer Acute heartache stay, hours into days as brothers go beyond the border A chunk of charming choristers sing hallelujah A once happy home goes silent, a loving sand goes yonder Aaah! I, scared to go in now pray to you merciful father.
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Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 4:21 AM UTC
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As the bells ring for saints to go into heavenly slumber At sunset the grey-haired lay in the box proper Away from the moist air they'd love to take in longer Acute heartache stay, hours into days as brothers go beyond the border A chunk of charming choristers sing hallelujah A once happy home goes silent, a loving sand goes yonder Aaah! I, scared to go in now pray to you merciful father.
BishopBen
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Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 4:21 AM UTC
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