Death rode a long way,
to find me in the dream I had last night;
it glared at me with fearful eyes,
and breathe a dismal

Take your key, do what you will
its up to you to climb that hill
If you fall down and break your head
your heart will turn

The wind whispering through the
trees and all the forest trees
trembling on the branches.

A heavy pregnant greedy storm
clouds

whispering through the doorway
peaking through my keyhole
he wants me and I know it
but I won't let him in easily

he's cursing

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