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Drawing closer with most every breathshe had found the notion queer in factand left it by the bedshe had barely found a place to rest her headwe are not wearywe are not welcome any moreand if the dawn should never breakshe found that she could never beso full of grieffull of griefShe was thrown out with the dogsand was feeding off their anger to a frenzyas they vainly licked their chopsoh so stubborn as an oxShe had grown to see the lightIn the vanity of nightThere was nothing but a handshake left to bindshe had blown it past the cobwebs of her mindwe are not wearywe are not welcome anymoreand if the dawn should never breakshe found that she could never beso full of grieffull of grief From Letras Mania