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I saw and thought I drew the Dark |
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Opened down the doors |
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That led to lead and salt |
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The cuckoos that melt kisses |
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Back to the criminal sketch |
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Of crayon spells and biro grimoires |
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Katasonic Parangelic |
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The theory is filled |
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With hopes and nodes |
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Catching breath |
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Dreaming vowels |
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And underage the horses |
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Underwater in their hearts |
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Beating in the cemetery snow |
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By hedge and sedge |
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I dodged Gog |
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But marked Magog out |
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On the promised plain |
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Gutted health open and slid down |
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Into hundreds of hells |
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Singing like ovens |
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In the middle of the rushes |
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And hiding from the storms |
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Katasonic Parangelic |
