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On Cold Seeds
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By Frank Peter Hermsen
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On cold seeds through the night
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With a spider on my wall
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Gliding through the past
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Drifting through my soul
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Pressure can be strong
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Captured in a cave
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In the right another light
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With the other in a grave
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Marian where are you now
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Where is the thunder of your breath
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Gimme Shelter in the storm
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Beware my mind from deeper death
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But I forgive
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I forgive everything and more
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And I forget
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The penitence I was made for
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Can you hear the diggers calling
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Can you hear them calling me
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Can you see the mist is waiting
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Waiting
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Waiting
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For me
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Marriaged to the traveller
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Chained to the messenger he just killed
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Fucked by the glowing of the dawn
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Lost in cloudy visions still
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My face is rather swollen
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My fame is circeled in it´s hall
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My fears are grown and gathered
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When I beginn to fall
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Can you hear those voices
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Can you see the faces come for me
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Beyond the cloud they´re waiting
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Waiting
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Waiting
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Waiting for me
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On Cold Seeds
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| Another Tale |
