Hello darkness, my old friend

Greg Unger

Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains We will not go quietly into the night. We will not vanish without a fight. We’re going to…

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