| Tap tap tap... |
[Nov. 17th, 2005|05:55 am]
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| | 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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