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Screaming Banshee
Banshee in the distance screaming, My thoughts wander on your despair. No one can offer any meaning, No one seems to really care.
Screaming banshee you are like me, There seems to be no where to turn. Your soul searching to be free, For something better that you yearn..
Screaming, searching, yearning long, You fly from place to place. Searching strength to make you strong, Hoping to proceed with grace.
The screaming now has come on close, It chills me and makes me shiver. It makes my heart a wilted rose, And sheds my tears to fill a river.
Screaming Banshee
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