
Spirit
Those who haunt me
Don't really matter
I still hear them
Innocence and fear
Living flesh and blood
Tender screams hide
When their fleece turns gold
I still hear them
Those who haunt me
Don't really matter
I still hear them
Innocence and fear
Living flesh and blood
Tender screams hide
When their fleece turns gold
I still hear them
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