Death, death, death!

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Death, death, death!
The bell rings cold as breath,
From the sleeping corpse inside the tower,
Melancholy cries of woe echo,
Throughout the fields,
Haunting the dreams,
Of childlike innocence,
Reaping fear,
From the souls,
Below.





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