Corron Road
This road seems familiar to me.Something that I once came down to be.And onward stretched this road--until it bawled--Bleeding me into the wood.Now I am no longer me. In myself I kept my complaints;Showing no restraints as the lines rolled on.Within the earth, she shouted so deepThat even the blind must seeThat I am free.So whispered the dirt to my ear.He told me of all my dangerous fears. And onward stretched this road --This Corron Road--Until my thoughts reside.In myself I kept my complaints;Showing no restraints as the line rolled on.Within the earth, she shouted so deepThat even the blind must seeThat I am free.
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