Women
Narrow With The Hall
Soon time for a cleaning dayOnward rode the vanSwept in by discolored wasteSickness crept on the hallAnd the death of meAlmost as we burn and playAnts just don't belongIn this place you call your ownSearching for a favorite flowerNarrow with the hallSwept in by discolored wasteAlmost as we burn and playAnts just don't belongIn this place you call your ownDanger's taller treesDon't look so good to meThey won't grow againLed to final peaceAnd this diluted streamThey don't break for them
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