I believe that you heard your master sing

When I was sick in bed
I suppose that he told you everything
That I keep locked away in my head
Your master took you travelling
Well, at least that's what you said
And now, do you come back to bring
Your prisoner wine and bread?

Posted By: earthleakage, Jan 18, 05:24:18

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