| More about the black years in the wilderness
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| A child migrates around glacial moonscapes
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| Driven by success
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| Certain alpine madness
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| Transmitted through the meat
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| A brutal rival’s feet
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| The shattered blizzard forest conceals more than you’ve even dreamed
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| Against our premonitions
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| We hide among the wintergreen
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| The tiny little flints produce tiny little sparks
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| In the wolverine dark
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| We come from the frozen summer
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| Sons of the chosen moments
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| And if I should fill the vacuum
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| We cannot leave, we must remain
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| Against the hopelessness and pain
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| To plant the seed to start again
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| Pressure in the system
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| Overloads abundancy
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| Waiting in the nightlight
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| Diminishing necessity
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| Back into the chills
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| Back into the seas
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| Or anywhere they please
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| We come from the frozen summer
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| Sons of the chosen moments
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| And if I should fill the vacuum
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| We cannot leave, we must remain
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| Against the hopelessness and pain
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| To plant the seed to start again
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| And if I should fill the vacuum
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| We cannot leave, we must remain
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| Against the hopelessness and pain
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| On this fragile mortal plane
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| Surely run against the stream
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| To plant the seed to start again |