| From the basin of time, you have derived
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| from the lakes you’ve left behind
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| The boundless celestial season
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| drags the sands of time
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| In between your flecks of sparks,
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| a constellation of departed stars
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| A day in the life of the agent
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| One blink of the eye, pre-creation
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| From the catacombs where our dead rivers run
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| the constant red glows bright
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| A thousand arms point to the sun,
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| the sky picked clean and white
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| Into the bestial season,
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| the angry animals are all in sight
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| Just fiercely rotating, roaring
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| in between their specks of light
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| A day in the life of the agent
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| One blink of the eye, pre-creation
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| Analyzing eyes howl,
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| you watch the ashes engulf the sky
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| Known pulses hits the air,
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| behind a veil, your breath, you sneer
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| The radiant tunnels stashed,
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| now grasp the atmosphere
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| Washed away towards the tides,
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| and chased down towards the spine |