In the diary of bones
let the words fall where they may,
they linger for dissection,
caught there, where they can't decay.
By the Archer's point,
the timid words, examined,
are strung out and fire-cast,
iron from ashes and a gilded corpse.
let the words fall where they may,
they linger for dissection,
caught there, where they can't decay.
By the Archer's point,
the timid words, examined,
are strung out and fire-cast,
iron from ashes and a gilded corpse.
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