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yourself
No one cares how the artist struggles 
To make paintings and quaint things upon the shelf

Woesome I
But I don't want to die
Oh let me sleep through

it fucking meant

An old man's face reflects back at me. Woesome, weary, I've never thought so clearly
It gets worse

and woesome mood, as if some dark deed he was off to do

I am a girl, I am a soul, I had a boy who made me whole
Now he is gone and I am dead, so he's my song

consent dwells
Whether winsome or woe-some it's where your you resides
It's the sacred self
The holy thou
The clarity of identity
It's the temple of your

of you while you fade away
And I'll sing for you, but everything I say
Is a helpless and a woesome Hallelujah



Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah