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Waking up, regreting courses, memories of an upright world |
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And the splinters become khat-shrubs, easy meed, shapeless and swirled |
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And the days are spritting fires, beacons for abanoned aims |
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And the fever is rising higher, is burning faces and burning names |
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Keep me and hold me, solve me from the glow |
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Hold me and keep me, take away the woe... |
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And I'm creeping through the oceans, empty nests in place of eyes |
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In my veins the hydra is barkling, thirsty for a carthatic lyse |
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And the clouds are spritting malice, cruelties die of broken hearts |
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A sigh is leaving the pleasure palace, down to where the circle starts.... |
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Keep me and hold me, solve me from the truth |
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Hold me and keep me, take away the ruth... |
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Through the veils of world and heaven's bend |
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Lead me to the water's end |
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And through days of ghost and their mirrored land |
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Lead me to the water's end |
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And through marble woods, on ships of sand |
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Lead me to the water's end |
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And through all the past, held by your hand |
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Lead me to the water's end |
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Water's end... |
