Keeper of the Night
Keeper of the Night
He comes to me
in the middle of the night and
takes me as a child.
Flying high above the rooms below,
no one can hear my cries for help.
They just sit there and wonder
what is wrong with me.
He comes to me
in the middle of the night and
takes me as a child.
Flying high above the rooms below,
no one can hear my cries for help.
They just sit there and wonder
what is wrong with me.
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