I am Starwatcher silver son of Moon
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The crow's lightened wing and earth's son too
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I make thunder trees and shape thine growing eyes
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Wither thy loved ones I am the father of time
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(In this blue chamber) Ye saw me storm
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did thee pray then...ye while son of a Worm
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Did thee not weep of vengeance, back then?
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No, it was a feeble begging for what, who and when?
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Ye could just have sat in a rock with thine skin
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as a momentous figure of them
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Fragile are thee to wait for a win
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Thus a bone of mine looks inside of thine eager meat with a grin
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hoping to gush out with joy
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Glowly thee die with me inside
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Like serpent I am to gleam, within thee I do always dream
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And slither to thine soul as it seems; Mine shade is kindom of beings
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Chambers Of The Starwatcher
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| Thy Serpent |
