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Forlorn Phantom
Gently, gently I turned the page
Silent was the darkness
A phantom of emotionless rage
Gently, gently I brushed his face
The eyes-- black as death
The most dreadful scent
Arose from his decayed breath
He informed me not to sweat
A voice of echoed screams
Already present in eternity
Forlorn face of descended dreams
In a breathless and bleak scene
Gently, gently I turned the page
Silent was the darkness
A phantom tied to his cage
Gently, gently I granted him his rage
Silent was the darkness
A phantom of emotionless rage
Gently, gently I brushed his face
The eyes-- black as death
The most dreadful scent
Arose from his decayed breath
He informed me not to sweat
A voice of echoed screams
Already present in eternity
Forlorn face of descended dreams
In a breathless and bleak scene
Gently, gently I turned the page
Silent was the darkness
A phantom tied to his cage
Gently, gently I granted him his rage
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