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I see faces in the trees All those souls lost in this great wood Living their last days Confused and hungry Those poor lost souls They went for a hike never to return The faces call out to me Join us, join us, come be our friend Its how they lure in other souls That's how poor souls get lost In these beautifully dangerous woods
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May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 11:27 AM UTC
Poor Souls
I see faces in the trees All those souls lost in this great wood Living their last days Confused and hungry Those poor lost souls They went for a hike never to return The faces call out to me Join us, join us, come be our friend Its how they lure in other souls That's how poor souls get lost In these beautifully dangerous woods
jayme-mcavey
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May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 11:27 AM UTC
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