THE STAINED ALBATROSS

December 12, 2012
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dimly folds the random night

darkly on its hinges

nevermore will things be right

unless the mermaid cringes

oh, my friend the albatross

hiding in the grotto

fangs my soul and urges me

to drink until i’m blotto

dimly folds the random night

darkly on its hinges

nevermore will things be right

nevermore will things be right

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