The subjects of sleep
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Their faces once awake
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on sodomy and death
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and smoke and laughter
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their feet no longer
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underground
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The snow hides the traces
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never set in a first place
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This negative kingdom
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hey horrible and white
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the angels all stone
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passing their years
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hoping to be saved
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from oblivion
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...by oblivion
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And the miracle is that
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nothing has happened
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nothing has a history
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or a name
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Only the voice
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of falling snow
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Nightmare Heaven
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| Arcturus |
