Its where my dreams are asleep in the sand with the ocean washing over...
In this forsaken chapel among the mountains under this pale moonlight, the grass is singing over and over again... these silent dead graves,and this empty chapel,only the wind's home. It has no windows, and the door swings, there where I dwell alone with my thoughts and my papers and pens...Please dont knock on the door just peek into my forlorn castle and make yourself home ... Dont panic ... Dry bones can harm no one.
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