Return
fears, fears
And
their way into my heart:
The stomach tight, contracted mouth
And the heart trapped
In a spider web.
Flee, little boy
the silver arrow!
will never come near me.
That Ghosts prevent a loved one again.!
And
their way into my heart:
The stomach tight, contracted mouth
And the heart trapped
In a spider web.
Flee, little boy
the silver arrow!
will never come near me.
That Ghosts prevent a loved one again.!
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