*Sorrow, the black bird on her shoulder,
she cleverly hid, when they first met.*
It was flying around her stiff corpse,
they found in a train coach unclaimed.
Aug 28, 2012
Aug 28, 2012 at 9:07 AM UTC
*Sorrow, the black bird on her shoulder,
she cleverly hid, when they first met.*
It was flying around her stiff corpse,
they found in a train coach unclaimed.
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