| Ha, sleeping green fall meadows
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| Painless stars of yellow
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| Lines far from the swallow’s tail
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| Secrets behind the grading
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| Vortex in the ether
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| Voices crackle in the air
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| All on pins and needles
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| Watching disbelieving
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| Holy mountain glows purple
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| Start the repentance machine
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| Sinking black submarines
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| Shadows in the murky deep
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| Up, up, up to the hills
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| Through, through, through the dark woods
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| Down, down, down to the far, far shore
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| All red with purple flashes
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| Glowing in the ashes
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| Washing over all around
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| One, one, one is the hole
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| Two, two, two is the key
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| Three, three, three is the Swallow’s Tail
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| Digging underground
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| Go down without a sound
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| The stoker’s hold has grown cold
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| Ha, sleeping green fall meadows
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| Painless stars of yellow
|
| Lines far from the swallow’s tail
|
| Secrets behind the grading
|
| Vortex in the ether
|
| Voices crackle in the air
|
| All on pins and needles
|
| Watching disbelieving
|
| Holy mountain glows purple
|
| One, one, one is the hole
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| Two, two, two is the key
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| Three, three, three is the swallow’s tail |