| Lies running over the snow-plated dew
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| Like a statue of ice…
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| With no more room for me alive
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| Slowly taken down by age
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| Going back through every page
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| Something old, something new
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| Something borrowed, something blue
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| They like a monument’s spit on
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| Forced pierced the naked light
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| Tears iself apart
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| Rime frost blocking out the light
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| Drapes the memories in night
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| Something old, something new
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| Something borrowed, something blue
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| This will not sleep
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| This will not die
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| This will not sleep
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| This will not die
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| The world is away feasting on the intestines
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| While guilted fear depraves call out alone
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| When the skeleton eagle fought, fought, fought to the ground…
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| Slowly taken down by age
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| Going back through every page
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| Counting enemies in flashlight dreams
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| Rime frost blocking out the light
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| Drapes the memories in night
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| Something old, something new, something, something…
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| This will not sleep
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| This will not die
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| This will not sleep
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| This will not die |