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Enchanted by the singsong of the primigenial vibration |
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On a spiral staircase |
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Arcane dusty |
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My shadow falls, ascending |
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Pale oozing wax, onto marble |
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And dyed of dark in my hands. |
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... Strengthens the dances of it |
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And I look at the crest repeating itself in the transcendental helicoids. |
| [00:58.06] |
A weeping spiced by mirror fragments |
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Dense on the steps |
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Flows down |
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Like a velvet it whispers, to the wounded soul |
| [01:50.49] |
Denied is the unknown. |
| [02:01.82] |
Who's tearing these tears? |
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Tears... |
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Tears... |
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... Tear, wax and "ruby" |
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Fluid that flows, in the stony snail. |
| [03:00.44] |
Regresses the mind on every track |
| [03:08.85] |
For any whisper, a tawny drop... |
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Soft responds |
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And finally, solidifies. |
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Be a crystal sanctuary. |
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My bells, liquefied laments, still immanence: |
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In transcendency, |
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The tolls of an ancient litany. |
