Built walls of porouse words
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Made labyrinths and steeples
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Which speared the atmosphere
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A ray of light was let in
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Blinded me
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Shattered my white knuckles
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I wake under the grey face of a tree
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Dambering in coagulated blood
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Prevail in a life less scenery
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I grasp 'round the dead wooden stem
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Crawl into the narrow shades
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The spiders web has caught me
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And slowly in silk I'm entwined
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I remember me
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Do you?
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Did you find me?
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Did you kill me?
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Did you bury me?
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Did you?
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Did You
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| The 3rd and the Mortal |
