That moment gave me such a Fright.
The final bell at last did toll.
Each man played his alloted role.
We all processed into the night
Where black robed demons, with delight,
Do chant a dirge of solemn woe.
Upon their faces sorrows show.
All are in pain and all must grieve
No matter what they may believe
As Icy bitter dark winds blow.
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yes it really keeps people on their toes
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Indeed 💜
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