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A Place the Tales Tell
Hear my brother I say
And the sister with hay
Sleep not nor slumber tonight
Cause we’ll live at midnight
Hold the tip of my pants
With the grip of your hands
Where the clouds settle it burdens
So heavy the load that saddens
We’ll go to the place the tales tell
A home that the immortals dwell
Where we live forever
With the angels ever.
© Yesterday Mailo
And the sister with hay
Sleep not nor slumber tonight
Cause we’ll live at midnight
Hold the tip of my pants
With the grip of your hands
Where the clouds settle it burdens
So heavy the load that saddens
We’ll go to the place the tales tell
A home that the immortals dwell
Where we live forever
With the angels ever.
© Yesterday Mailo
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