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Sufferer's Years
Dark of December lying with wraith of the dying timesCries in unison sing with the sufferer's breathing spoilMatch that fleeting toil and catch the fleeing soulAnd open the gate fold graves I hate this time of yearA recall of long gone names I hate this time of year through the suffering allStark doom impend or draught in home and tomb entwineCries in unison sing with the sufferer's heaving lullMatch that beating's toll and catch the fleeing soulFalling from an attic helped to feet deadDark of December rattle shrunken over glazing eyesCries in unison sing with the sufferer's breathing spoilMatch that fleeting toil and catch the fleeing soulIf you can open the gate fold graves I hate this time of yearTo visit the ghosted names I hate this time of yearThrough the suffering all falling from an attic helped to feet deadCries in unison sing years count
From Letras Mania