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The cull of foreign bone |
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Marrow sucked beneath the flower tree |
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Leave the righteous ones to rise again |
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And drink the light from enemies |
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Sweet rose of the forest rupture and burst between my teeth |
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Rupture here inside my mouth |
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Change water |
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Change |
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Change |
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Change |
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Change |
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Into mercury |
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It is not me |
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It is not me |
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It is not me |
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It is not me |
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Draw the dirt up into my lungs |
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Lay down the crooked sulphur lines |
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Leave behind the salty mist that sifts between leaves |
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Rivulettes flow beneath my feet and feed a mirror stream |
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Force the blue smoke in |
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Force it in |
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Force it in |
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Force it in |
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Fill the sack of skin |
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Fill it in |
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Fill it in |
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Fill it in |
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With wood |
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With wood |
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With tree |
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With tree |
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It is not me |
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It is not me |
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It is not me |
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It is not me |
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It is not me |
