overhead my spirit flies
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in plasticide and crimson skies
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whispering winds in moonlit wood
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a totem oak once golden stood
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how i wish that you were here
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before all flowers disappeared
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we'd lay together in the sun
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before the mindrape had begun
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now stones are falling from my hands
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are shaking all my beloved land
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and only in my tears it lasts
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Only In My Tears It Lasts
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| Tiamat |
