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I hear the breath of ghosts |
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Hiding behind the wind |
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Like an icy choir exhaling |
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A promise to rescind |
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I hear the breath of ghosts |
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Escaping from their lungs |
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Calling forth the names of those |
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That took away their tongues |
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A temporary permanence |
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A fortress of onionskin |
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With motives so transparent |
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With no means to an end |
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I feel the breath of ghosts |
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Like fingers on my skin |
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Tracing senseless patterns |
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Revealing nothing in the end |
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I hear the breath of ghosts |
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Whisper in my ear |
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With every drooling syllable |
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It preys upon my fear |
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A temporary permanence |
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A fortress of onionskin |
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With motives so transparent |
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With no means to an end |
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I hear the breath of ghosts |
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Blowing through the trees |
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Hissing out a warning |
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Awash with its disease |
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I hear the breath of ghosts |
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Slowly fade away |
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With ever decreasing frequency |
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As colors change to gray |
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A temporary permanence |
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A fortress of onionskin |
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With motives so transparent |
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With no means to an end |
