| I lost myself in the web that was spun
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| In that sweet smelling dim dirt full basement
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| From Prince Edward Island I hitched a long way
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| Winding turnpikes and orange glow worms
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| To a lake in the wilderness shining in black
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| With a silver forest form an ellipse
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| In its depths found a monolith adorned with great paintings of wolves with
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| yellow little sides
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| The grey, freezing water — it swirled around, whispering
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| Tuned from a phonograph, stuffed between brain cells for months
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| Since I heard your voice issue those phrases
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| I touched the world slowly, each ray of the spectrum
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| Revealed itself to me, dark matter was illuminated
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| In his extremities into this way of being
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| Serpents writhing on all sides of me
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| Celestial castles whose spectral planets
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| Filled gaps between stars in the night sky voids crystallize
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| This is what dogs see, oh, this is why they bay
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| And cower at something just over your shoulder |