Thadius Markins' Mutterings

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Thadius Markins’ Mutterings


“The rose, the rose, the rose… it grows, grows, grows… beneath the sun where there is no light… that’s where She was made. And she knows, knows, knows… where it goes, goes, goes… That is where I laid Her to rest.”

Thadius Markins' Mutterings

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