They walked in single file,
into a gloomy tunnel.
What made noises could not be seen,
sometimes yellow or red or green eyes would stare.
A gloomy party each night,
no hope of ever getting to the end.
Lay down and die of starvation,
this they all did that day.
into a gloomy tunnel.
What made noises could not be seen,
sometimes yellow or red or green eyes would stare.
A gloomy party each night,
no hope of ever getting to the end.
Lay down and die of starvation,
this they all did that day.
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