Spirits
(B. Malkus)



You’ve been gone for so long
Left to blossom in the fall
No they don’t  call them
Spirits for nothing

You steered me right
And you steered me wrong
Stranded me in a sacred throng
Torn like the ocean to rain

Message in the bottle
Talking proud through me
Gives me Satan’s shawl
To keep me warm on my spree
11. Freiheit Rag

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