is no more. . I grasp the tangling threads that fall before me. I fade away. Striving for what can never be. I fade away. . To edify that which lies far ahead, as foolish men believe. But
through the crib and it's bustin'. You meet anyone from my city, they gon' say that we cousins. Shabach barak, edify. Electrify the enemy like Hedwig till he petrified. Any petty Peter Petigrew could get