oh star fall down on me.. let me make a wish upon you...
hold on, let me think, think of what wishing for..
wait dont go away.. just not yet, cause i thought that i have it..
but i forget..
And they shall enter from the back
With spears and scepters and squirming sacks
Scribs and tangles between their ears
Faceless scrumbled charcoal smears
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