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I have tasted it many nights upon my tongue the foreboding that worse lay in the dregs as |
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I await some |
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Stroke of |
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Doom From a corner of this weeping earth ,my thoughts unfold onto this world and leave me cowering for refuge from torment and pain |
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In silence |
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I weep for lost memories so deep that |
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I have torn all ties with the physical |
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So let me build a wooden bridge to the moon and |
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I will rip the heavens apart with my thoughts and my anguish |
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Linger in forgotten mountains all alone |
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Cold beneath the moon |
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Seek me and you'll find me |
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Licking dirt from the ground |
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Mountains are mine |
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Fountains of fine wine |
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Never will you find |
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For they are buried in my mind |
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In silence |
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I weep My loneliness so deep |
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For they are buried in time |
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Realised in your mind |
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Overwhelming anguish seeps through these veins turning my blood to ice,never to flow again |
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Under innumerable stars in vivid brightness my mind was naked for all to pick |
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Now free to roam across the jagged pieces (of heaven),wrapping myself round pieces (of heaven) |
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Thoughts start to creep around my heart in vivid brightness,in vivid darkness |
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The cold night draws in and the children are skulking |
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With fear of reprisal,but the |
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Mountains are |
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Mine |
