LIME HOUSE
The sundered hands of
a broken slave. Bereave me.
Lime house. Root cellar.
Summer kitchen. Down
by where the water runs.
I ask nothing, and,
oh, oh, I take less.
The sundered hands of
a broken slave. Bereave me.
Lime house. Root cellar.
Summer kitchen. Down
by where the water runs.
I ask nothing, and,
oh, oh, I take less.
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