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Last night I dreamed of dodecahedrons, |
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My eyes were bleeding with crimson sight |
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I tried with all my might to release them |
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These golden demons may they take flight |
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These feet repeat and bloom in season |
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Dancing for reason of pageant fools |
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A costly sight of doomed collision |
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One sad decision of yielding jewels |
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If this bereavement raises all the thoughts its seeded |
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Then I surely won't be needed in the morning |
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And try I may but I won't ride this river |
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That runs by your side |
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For I'm aware that you'll provide no warning |
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We rode on a real wild accusation |
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A sick inflation above your brow |
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We'll push and pull apart this nation |
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For the salvation to which we bow |