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Looked out this mortal window, beheld a dry mirage. |
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A black wind was blowin' - pierced the warm facade. |
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At the very moment my blackened foot touched the earth. |
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Gonna grab me a tunnel, and command me a berth. |
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Prometheus bound - suffering on the hour. |
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Stole a flame, burnt his game- |
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Dischord's golden apple gone sour. |
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In this glowing casket there's solace from your gloom- |
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My Spirit's strength is master inside my Lunar Womb... |
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Come beside me - twilight fades and night is soon. |
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What flows inside me is the lifeblood of the waning moon. |
