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Just below the cellar you can hear a gentle thumping bumping in the midnight calling out to ask for something Thumping in the hallways and the rooms of little girls in the washroom and the kitchen just the thought makes my blood curl It all must be of nothing I have told me many nights only louder in the darkness till my mind has no such plight Pleading with kitchen and panels of the wall, of the stairs that lead to darkness right above the cellar floor Pleading for the bumping, to cease throughout the night yet my pleading is politeness that responds with terrid freight The thumping has grown louder, yet no one is stil awake only I to fight this battle with the king for heavens sake Spears and bones have knashed and yet a pulse can still be heard I shall die alone in sadness, never knowing what was burned Yet amid a morning sunset, with the calling of the crow all the thumping and the bumping had disbanded from the thrown In the midst of my confusion , I lay awake pondering illusions Was it all a gentle dream or must it all mean something more Just above the cellar you can hear a gentle bumping thumping in the midnight calling out to ask for something
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Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 11:23 PM UTC
Dreams
Just below the cellar you can hear a gentle thumping bumping in the midnight calling out to ask for something Thumping in the hallways and the rooms of little girls in the washroom and the kitchen just the thought makes my blood curl It all must be of nothing I have told me many nights only louder in the darkness till my mind has no such plight Pleading with kitchen and panels of the wall, of the stairs that lead to darkness right above the cellar floor Pleading for the bumping, to cease throughout the night yet my pleading is politeness that responds with terrid freight The thumping has grown louder, yet no one is stil awake only I to fight this battle with the king for heavens sake Spears and bones have knashed and yet a pulse can still be heard I shall die alone in sadness, never knowing what was burned Yet amid a morning sunset, with the calling of the crow all the thumping and the bumping had disbanded from the thrown In the midst of my confusion , I lay awake pondering illusions Was it all a gentle dream or must it all mean something more Just above the cellar you can hear a gentle bumping thumping in the midnight calling out to ask for something
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Italian
Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 11:23 PM UTC
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