Death, its brother is (acrostic ver.)
Death, its brother is
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Death, its brother is (acrostic ver.)

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Death, its brother is.

Death, its brother is. Real, it's rather not.

Death, its brother is. Real, it's rather not. Every night it may come by.

Death, its brother is. Real, it's rather not. Every night it may come by. All it takes are closed eyes.

Death, its brother is. Real, it's rather not. Every night it may come by. All it takes are closed eyes. Make do with a lullaby.

Sometimes it take a story read.

Sometimes it take a story read. Let's give back a comfy bed.

Sometimes it take a story read. Let's give back a comfy bed. Ear a rosed lyre.

Sometimes it take a story read. Let's give back a comfy bed. Ear a rosed lyre. Eerie fear my tears tired.

Sometimes it take a story read. Let's give back a comfy bed. Ear a rosed lyre. Eerie fear my tears tired. Paired my sleepy eyes.

The vision's growing hazy.

The vision's growing hazy. I give its brother my daisy.

The vision's growing hazy. I give its brother my daisy. Grieve my dirty grave clean.

The vision's growing hazy. I give its brother my daisy. Grieve my dirty grave clean. Harms kept by Fiddler's Green.

The vision's growing hazy. I give its brother my daisy. Grieve my dirty grave clean. Harms kept by Fiddler's Green. Tilt you up in sleepy jeans.

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