| The arrow
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| Told me
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| I am under stars
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| As sweet as being
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| But the stars' faces
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| The implant is
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| The Merciful Dust
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| The slick face of the unborn
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| Exhausted head
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| In the peace of the trip
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| The spurs stutter «chaos»
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| Or «love»
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| But only the lonely
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| The axe
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| At which click you
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| At fucked faun play
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| Makes faces
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| Of stairs and stars
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| But the train is dead
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| Your faith
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| «I wonder who makes the sea?»
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| «I wonder Ur?»
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| The neck smells nude
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| And the pain and love
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| After the woman blossoms
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| At streams
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| I see moths fail in polite twilights
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| The broken banks
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| The horses fall
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| The beautiful pool
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| Buy grace in installments
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| Give fox fox fox
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| Frost broken face
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| Vulture face Kain
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| Craving the unlimited nothingness
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| The seeps through the eyeballs of life
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| Sanctified by the hand of the Lord
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| The one that kept his secrets and
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| Balanced the unforgiven challenge
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| That I hoped to wear on my shoulders
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| Nothing else came through these walls
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| Except the screams that shattered
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| Your dreams
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| Sagacity of wanton strangeness
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| Coming up on the ever yielding lifelessness
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| In through the holiness of His miseries
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| Slaying the by-products of the eternal screams
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| To whatever cleverness you tried to balance
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| Retributions and dull confirmations
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| Kept clean for your own contributions
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| Slowly I saw your face of Hell and touched every way of it
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| Pollutions never came that easy
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| When Satan stared back in anguish
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| Dissolutions where always pure as ice
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| How can you now cast the dice?
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| Like sharpened knives of dried up shells
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| The informations from you was dreadlife
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| In its own depravity it called out
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| To shared visions of the sky divisions
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| How could I ever go this way?
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| How could I ever love your eyes?
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| Mishandled nothings of dying cavortions
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| Hell or Heaven was never an option
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| Probability is non-negotiable
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| Inside those cracked up bells
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| And came crashing in flashes
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| That once was you and me
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| They piled up Jesus-like bombshells
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| The mystery of the one soul given
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| Of all I craved
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| Of all I behaved
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| Hell or Heaven was never an option
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| For us |