Grimbeau

Scroodles

Where’s

a place for us?

There’s

no place for us,

Nowhere

no place for us.

Take my hand

Sit and stare

Take my hand

Share your fear

We’ll find

a new way of dying

We’ll find

a new way of crying

No time,

No hope

No rhyme.

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