Labels:text | screenshot | font OCR: The 11th Hour- It was that night she came to me The night that she died ... My sorrow weeps everlasting Her sorrow weeps not in time .. Half past the hour of ten Come home from our last dance .. Hit from her side, had no chance .. The wreck we both made was his fault, not mine. . Tweaked in shape, mind, and state She lay motionless, paralyzed, in fear .. And the hour had past, though she did not last .. - Did not last through the 11th hour ... ETC -/- Manifest '94 03/31/94
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