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My ears smoke, awaiting the word
My eyes, the apparition
Why don't you speak?
Why hold your arms so
For chasing crows down
Mouth a hole of grief?
First the other ghost of Giza
Will they come down to me now?
Why don't you speak?
Why hold your arms so
For chasing crows down
Mouth a hole of grief?
Princes
You are all princes
Written by: Egg