| Tap tap tap... |
[Nov. 17th, 2005|05:55 am]
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| [ | mood |
| | Dark | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Dirge of the Forgotten | ] |
It's cold out here, I desire that you let me in to feel the fire,
From the darkness of the night, I seek shelter at your chamber door,
Hark, listen to my tapping, heed my gentle gentle rapping,
Lest you find a violent snapping, clearly outside your chamber door,
The snapping of a decent mind, here outside your chamber door--
--------------------- To be sane, nevermore. |
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_the_raven
