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I lost myself in the wild hills |
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Spawn in the sweet smelling tinder-filled basement |
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From Prince Edward Island I hitched a long way |
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Would you turn by some orange grove road? |
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To a lake in the wilderness shining black |
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With a silver forest forming our backs |
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In its depths found a monolith adorned with great paintings |
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Of wolves with yellow little sirens |
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The grey, freezing water, it swirled around, whispering |
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Tuned from a phonograph, stuck between brain cells for months |
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Since I heard your voice issue thoughts freezing |
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I touched the world slowly |
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Each radial of the spectrum revealed itself to me |
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Dark matter was illuminated in his extremities |
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Into this way of being |
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Serpents writhing on all sides of me |
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Celestial castles whose spectral planets |
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Filled gaps between stars in the night sky voids crystallize |
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This is what dogs see and this is why they obey |
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Cowering, something just over your shoulder |
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And this is what dogs see and this is why they obey |
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Cowering, something just over your shoulder |
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And this is what dogs see and this is why they obey |
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Cowering, something just over your shoulder |
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And this is what dogs see and this is why they obey |
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Cowering, something just over your shoulder |
