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The dark hides silent things, (Thump Thump) It masks the glint of silver (Thump Thump) As bitter breeze brings death to the metallic stench of crimson (Thump Thump) Where the shadows play hide and seek, (Thump Thump) Black fades unto black (Thump Thump) Wind hisses across the blade (Thump Thump) I’ve’ found you. . . ( ) Chelsea J L Kieler |
