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With my haunting memories |
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I'm still staring into a narrowing funnel |
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Where bats fly |
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Look at my plated face |
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Eaten by rain and rust |
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Washed by a blye glacial torrent |
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My shadow is pinned against a sweating wall |
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With all the immensity of feelings in my heart |
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No one could satisfy my excessive thirst for blood |
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My carnal lust for the incarnadine |
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I step onto the freshly frozen snow |
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You'll not see my footsteps to follow |
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I'm the hay in the mass of green grasses |
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I've seen everything from dark to blazing bright |
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I strike down with the power of falling stones |
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I see you lying in the heat of the sun |
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Your odour spread in the air |
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A scent beloved by vultures |
