| Slide / Pale harmonies in drifts / Veils drawn over and / Sleep slunk in slow /
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| Bite / Smile your bridal grief for / The more you weep
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| The more that seed can grow / / Ash is falling, just like snowflakes floating
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| down / Shells and masks on gentle dreamers under cloud
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| Peace / Illuminate the faces by the road / I just know / I just know they keep
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| quiet count / -misdemeanors, malice manifold
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| I just know / Sullen souls / Slumber now, slumber so / Slip away from the fold
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| / From the toll, from the toll
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| Covered-up in the drift / Covered thunder’s murmured roll / Thick with hunger /
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| Distant and Lowe / / Unending / The ash is alighting
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| To gnaw at their seeds under stone / An energy dark and voracious,
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| a summoning under the Moon / I feel them, their focus and sorrow
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| A study of horror in flight / To worry my wounds with their wisdom / And draw
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| out infusions for night / (Slide comas slow)
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| Upon the scaffold and the deaf beasts / (Harmonies in cloud) / Over the
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| harrowed and the grime / (Suffering below)
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| By breaths — a barrow high with harmonies / (Dreamers under shroud) / For the
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| grazing hive / Ash is falling, coma’s winter
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| Cankers' feast of fitful thinkers / Alive, the curtain extends a slip of
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| warning / Of sulfurs brave and intent, / Of sorrows homing
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| As if the faces can turn out of their moorings / Harmonies in cloud…
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| / Slide comas slow |