.Home whispers words
And the bullseye smote the honest
Before the hunt, I feel I'm getting used to them
Tired from the effects from memory
Fluttering relapse
Sparks of sudden interest and truth
Trying to get myself from this stain!
Begins to multiply, whoa!
We echo through.
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