Within my head, I felt the movements,
Of music dancing to itself,
Twirling, twirling, twirling, ‘till
I felt no pinch of health.
Within my mind, I heard the call,
Of birds struggling for breath.
Calling, calling, calling, ‘till
I heard the slice of death.
Of music dancing to itself,
Twirling, twirling, twirling, ‘till
I felt no pinch of health.
Within my mind, I heard the call,
Of birds struggling for breath.
Calling, calling, calling, ‘till
I heard the slice of death.
Eirias
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