Reading ancent tomes and singing dusty songs.
The trees outside don't know her.
The spiders call her friend.
The door has been locked.
It's bolts rusted closed.
It seems this be
the end...
Or is it a new begining?
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| She sits in secret rooms, inside hidden halls. Reading ancent tomes and singing dusty songs. The trees outside don't know her. The spiders call her friend. The door has been locked. It's bolts rusted closed. It seems this be the end... Or is it a new begining? |
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