The highwayman robber her
at the point of time,
shot out her black eyes
with a frail light,
took her youth
and crucified it
inside a wooden house.
WAS A YOUNG GIRL I KNEW
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Words from the Jagged Edge of Truth
The highwayman robber her
at the point of time,
shot out her black eyes
with a frail light,
took her youth
and crucified it
inside a wooden house.