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For The Princess Surreal
In the dead of the night when the monsters are asleep
When the dew drops on the roof seem muffled and weak
When the night insects around me silence themselves
And the coldness engulfs me casting its spell
I lay prostrate in the darkness...
When the dew drops on the roof seem muffled and weak
When the night insects around me silence themselves
And the coldness engulfs me casting its spell
I lay prostrate in the darkness...
