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It is the Eve of All Hallows,
the night when the dead walk the earth
in the midst of ancient oak forests looking so commonplace
The appearance of an elemental
drawing something fine and fresh
a mix of the comic and dramatic - high treason, surely
- From behind they scream
- Whenever the wind it takes me
- caught in a trance it always takes me
- falling again
- Whenever the wind it takes me
- caught in a trance it always takes me
- falling again
A tale that begins at night; my fate is written and inescapable
a new spin on an old theme - a cold blooded original
- From behind they scream
- Whenever the wind it takes me
- caught in a trance it always takes me
- falling again
- Whenever the wind it takes me
- caught in a trance it always takes me
- falling again
Dropped into a dark well, Stygian depths respond
set to cause all sorts of mayhem; getting steadily darker
The man who sold the world; you get to see the many variations
the nearest to a vulture so evil and controlling
- From behind they scream
- Whenever the wind it takes me
- caught in a trance it always takes me
- falling again
- Whenever the wind it takes me
- caught in a trance it always takes me
- falling again
- Whenever the wind it takes me
- caught in a trance it always takes me
- falling again
- Whenever the wind it takes me
- caught in a trance it always takes me
- falling again
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