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Raiding the inarticulate since 2010

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I don’t like walking around this old and empty house. So hold my hand, I’ll walk with you my dear

You're gone, gone, gone away
I watched you disappear
All that's left is a ghost of you
Now we're torn, torn, torn apart
There's nothing we can do
Just let me go, we'll meet again soon
Now wait, wait, wait for me, please hang around
I'll see you when I fall asleep

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January 31, 2024
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