| Compass bright scarecrow balance blackness
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| Ember moon girl easy lips
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| Attacker stare balance ending
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| Light of the caravan and thunder across the vast plain above the wings
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| Loom like sickles above them there wings loom like sickles
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| Their hearts and their black hearts
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| The sand and the sand that darkens the blood
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| Their wings loom above like sickles
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| A son of the earth has not put out the night
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| Its breath won’t catch up, the wilderness in front
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| The sand is thick in the blood
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| The moon and the black moon beside the moon
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| The owl and the black owl beside the owl
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| The moons above like a sickle
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| As the hardest day quiet ends
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| Chalk on the wet wood around the shadow
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| Of alphabets around the globe
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| All of these corrections and all of these failings
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| All of these corrections permanent says:
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| Tell me to remember
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| Your pulse beats on forever in the wreckage of this man
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| Briar is coiled around his star
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| And you write the word for this and
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| You write for this with your eyes closed |