| Small and sleeping children’s song
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| The kind that wished for death
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| Salt beyond our lady Satuernn’s Reef
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| Has whored herself to rest
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| Silver stab in the noontide, in the frayed and edge of the sea
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| Fell quick to the snow, still life
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| Sprawled out in the cold, he said
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| There was dancing on the ceiling
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| I was strapped down to the anchours
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| Stumble out your breathing speaks
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| As heavy in the prose
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| Salt beyond our lady Satuernn’s Reef
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| Has wounded several more
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| Silver stab in the noontide, in the frayed and edge of the sea
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| Fell quick to the snow, still life
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| Sprawled out in the cold, he said
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| There was dancing on the ceiling
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| I was strapped down to the anchours
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| Twisting down the drain
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| Infinities of microscopic blades that crawl your skin
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| Hiding under fingernails and spilling you to slip
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| Damned towards several silver stabs
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| Pricking your sedated episodes
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| I was strapped down to the anchours
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| Down, down, down… where will those mermaids lead him? |