• whisper softly
    whisper it low
    whisper it loudly
    so it can grow
    out threw the window
    into the cold
    into the ear
    all wrinkled and old
    pass threw her mind
    a flash of light
    one dark silohette
    coming form the night
    deaths cold face
    upon her eyes
    now she considers
    all her lies
    not ready for death
    with all her sins
    but her liberation
    never begins
    now she's in hell
    all rotting and cold
    sitting there wishing
    she'd never grown old
    whipser it softly
    whisper it low
    whisper it loudly
    so it can grow
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