| I stood here when this city was a cave.
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| Face contorted, angry eyes aflame, spitting vows I couldn’t keep.
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| I’m one for the pearl moon.
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| One for the pearly moon in the sky.
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| I knelt here, caged and weeping in the wind.
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| Cried aloud for those who died for me.
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| Whispered prayers for those who lived.
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| One for the pearl moon.
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| Prayers for the pearl moon.
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| I slept here, as the grass grew around my head.
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| Undisturbed though pilgrims called my name.
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| Unimpressed by children’s cries.
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| They cried for the pearl moon!
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| Cried for the pearly moon in the sky.
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| I rose here, stirred by rituals in the night.
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| Stars and circles scratched out in the dust.
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| Double lines and cups of blood — there’s blood for the pearl moon.
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| I will leave here.
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| I’ll waste your cities, I’ll smash your walls.
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| Got no mercy, though you beg me to stop, 'cos I’ve wasted much too long. |