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I've seen the ghost, the face of hell,
Its eyes and mouth, and oath and spell.
Me too the ghost, I'm dead though living.
I hate the dawns, detest the evenings.
I run the truth, the hell runs truth
Biting my feet, ripping my youth.
The light goes green, all hell breaks loose.
I've seen my ghost, once been my muse.

@темы: да на тебе пахать надо