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Standing wherever
When the door closes,
She's a lost muse
Directing an aimless arrow;
She lines up alone,
Showering herself goodness;
Falling apart lays her
In the undug grave...
She's a lost muse
Directing an aimless arrow;
She lines up alone,
Showering herself goodness;
Falling apart lays her
In the undug grave...
