Topic: WHITE LANDS OF EMPATHICA | |
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The end
The songwriter's dead The blade fell upon him Taking him to the white lands of Empathica, of Innocence Empathica Innocence The dreamer and the wine Poet without a rhyme A widow writer, torn apart by chains of Hell One last perfect verse Is still the same old song Oh Christ, how I hate what I have become Take me home |
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Nice, but hmn, the title reminds me of a certain place-
Have you read Book 7 of the Dark Tower series by Stephen King? |
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nope
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