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when my soul is old enough
When the universe
Decides my soul is old enough
And reaches her twisted fingers
Into my crippled core
Plucking out the essence of me
Will she proudly mount it
Upon her wall, a treasured trophy
For all to admire her...
Decides my soul is old enough
And reaches her twisted fingers
Into my crippled core
Plucking out the essence of me
Will she proudly mount it
Upon her wall, a treasured trophy
For all to admire her...
