Beat, beat, hole-fate,
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Wake up words rowan syllable.
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Knock on the door.
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Throw away the snow
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Through the forests of milestones,
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Yes, along the rivers.
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Someone is not free to turn on the light.
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Some people can't say no.
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Fate-snake spreads like a rainbow,
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Devours the tail, and in the eyes - ice,
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And in the chest - fear, and in the soul - longing.
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It hurts, it hurts, but it’s impossible otherwise.
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But only wei, bey, a hole-fate,
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Wake up words rowan syllable.
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Knock on the door
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Throw away the snow
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Through the forests of milestones,
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Yes, along the rivers.
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I so want to hide on your shoulder,
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Tell words, tell thoughts.
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Fumble in your pockets and get ice.
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Cool your forehead, cool your forehead.
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The clock is ticking: ding-dong,
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Yes, just stop, the ringing is there behind the gray mountain.
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Water is pouring over the grass of the eyelids,
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For you and for me, but for you and me.
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Vey, bey, a hole-fate,
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Wake up words rowan syllable.
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Knock on the door
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Throw away the snow
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Through the forests of milestones,
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Yes, along the rivers. |