Little Gracie found a strange house
A place to play just past all the trees
Swift sharp needles, do spot his face
Before he feeds on the sheep's white fleece
Phantasmagorical
Willows of Wysteria
A memorial
A crescendo
Of hysteria
Little children went astray
In the sunny soil beneath
Wiggling worms in disarray
Hear them laughing underneath
Counting ten, nine, zero fingers
Won't you come and play the gray man's game
Move quick, be an artful dodger
When the cleavers start swishing in flames
Phantasmagorical
Willows of Wysteria
A memorial
A crescendo
Of hysteria
Little children went astray
In the sunny soil beneath
Wiggling worms in disarray
Hear them laughing underneath
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Vocaloid Lyrics [ON HOLD]
RandomI do not own any of these lyrics. But I bring them for you beautiful people (◕◡◕)ノ⌒∗*♫* Note: if there are no English translation it's because I was too lazy to write them, I couldn't find them, or I'm in the process of writing them.
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