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In a place where the words are made of stone Darkened inner core, those past Lines corrode Beckon beneath The omniscience Only I, nothing remains. Feel sorrow, when in doubt For I am the stalker And it's gold if I ever saw Distressed and fading Intuition locked away There must be some hidden key As if all but a drop of rain Were to pass away Silk-thin, exposed the nerve Foul moment For the rest of a life Remembered and appalled It is only you, nothing remains Leave again when in doubt For I am the stalker And It's Gold If I ever saw Distressed and fading Intuition locked away There must be some hidden key As if all but a drop of rain Were to pass away The many revelries In which I fear An all consuming Falling flat Trope you used On me The many revelries In which I fear Moonlight (broken). Require, inspire death This room before me is eternal Three-windows bestow a masterpiece Droppeth rain, from the mild dream You can't make me leave my home (You can't make me leave my home) You can't make me leave my home (You can't make me leave my home) You can't make me leave my home (You can't make me leave my home) You can't make me leave my home (You can't make me leave my home)