as this feeling grows answers so cold

it will always follow me, when i’m old

i remember the date all to well

a sign you knew me in my own hell

gave me words i speak

a witch i have to seek

you magic over throws

black on lines, there in rows

with red eyes like amber spring

do you hear there echoes they sing

at the foot where they walk

  1. you listen closely, you’ll hear them talk

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