| All that was gold has lost it’s shine.
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| All that was sure has become obscured.
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| Yes there was autumn,
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| burnished and sleek.
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| Fit for smiling, winged gliding.
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| And now it’s tarnished silver,
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| fading metal rusting hearts.
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| Press the cooling pedal of blue freeze.
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| As she must sleep again,
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| she must sleep again.
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| Turn the collapsing wheel of green.
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| Between deaths we are butter,
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| soft believing melting butter,
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| well fed and well spread.
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| Good fed on these deaths of our kind,
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| of our kind.
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| Spiralling outer and outer beyond
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| what is there, behind the realm of senses.
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| Beyond love, beyond our hopeless
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| humanness lies the other side of the bleeding rainbow where bones are collected
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| and we have come selected to recover
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| from this polluted mist.
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| Between births we’re tearing,
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| hard gurgling, snarling, fear, lean and wary,
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| alert untrusty.
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| Still fed on these deaths of our kind
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| where bones are collected and we have
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| come selected to recover
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| from this polluted mist.
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| Outer and outer and outer and outer and outer. |