Well the days go by and the days grow old; everyone grows with age and some just grow old with life...

Your touch it feels soft, you're touch it feels cold. Your touch it changes with the room I am in...

The dead are not envied but the living want to know why the dead are mourned so, well hell the dead know...

I'm in stasis.

I'm all around.

I'm in stasis.

I'm walking in my sleep...

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