[words 4/2-99, music 97-98]
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Abstract tears to the ground
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Soft years of melancholy
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A draft of inner advice
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To welcome the strangers neighbor
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A vast, swift talk of romance and despair
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A bellboy's journey through the eight limbs of Yoga
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An efficient success of lost ego and body
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Flannel flirtation, a chasm of childish obedience
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And I can see you all, for this is without blur
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Glorious destruction
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Glorious creation
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Grimly folds with luminous elegance
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Winged between the corroded amber
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I scent a fragrance from the past
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Bright as death, it came soaring towards me
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Something's missing and I don't know what it is
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Forlon satisfaction, admitting the selfish seal
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And the serpent's steel
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Directly from the ocean of flowers
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Visual contact, planet B8----18
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Sonar disturbance
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Asmodeus comes with terror
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In spontaneous air corridors
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All for the phantom to inhale
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For today is forever
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And the world grew without form
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And for those who planted their seeds of
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Reliant vulnerability
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Chakra Nadmara, I wish I was as fresh as you
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Find your way, the "asphyx" teaches
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Rumble, dismay, a chronicle of the samurai
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Oh you are crystalline, I say, you are made of pain
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For only suffering can create such beauty
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And only suffering can wipe out your tears
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I remember I ate of the tree
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And hence of the wisdom of which we may speak of
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The tedious ones are those who attends the mask of
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Which they seek
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I open up for the flavor of starvation
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There is absolutely no one there,
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And "his" is for sure, as we grasp to reach the light
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Slowly to mosey
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I'll drag you by your horns
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For with a whirling emblem cracking the dawn,
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I face the goat at sunrise
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Shiva-Interfere
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| Dodheimsgard |
