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As through a glass darkly you seek yourself |
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But the light grows weak while under |
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Yggsdrasil |
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A basket of eggs, may you count your days |
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Though your gut lies filled, only shells remain |
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I can tell you've been drinking by the scent of your breath |
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Another little sip, a bit deeper in debt |
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You can rest your head in your wrinkled hands |
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But when you awake, you're in another land |
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In fields of green rolling on endlessly |
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You find a fallen nest where there is no tree |
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Mark the brown furred hound tied to the mandrake root |
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Dare you carve a face in that virtue food? |
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I can tell what you're thinking, |
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I see it everyday |
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I'll help you with your coat, see you on your way |
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Sure you want to go walking on a night like this? |
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Look, there goes another one now |
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One day I swear they will not miss |
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As through a glass darkly you seek yourself |
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But the light grows weak while under |
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Yggsdrasil |
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A basket of eggs may you count your days |
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Though your gut lies filled, only shells remain |
