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While you slept The howling wind wanders through the room Roaming for an ear to listen As it hisses its tune, born of doom
By Atomic Historian5 years ago in Poets
Oh, father, my father How I yearn for your presence How I toddle in your steps No longer worthy of your presence I dwelt in your house at dawn
