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drifting incarried on dry windsfrom across the nilethe sirens in exiledriven to tellon a cloudyour face out of the crowda blinding sunpurging everyonebeautiful wordmusical and sweetnow all you can do is play the punishing beathow harsh and shrillthe word has becometwisted and benta hornets nest stirred up by the beating sticksimoon simoon increasing speed sucking in dry landsimoon simoon you breath in suffocationrelentless simoon blow and whistle this tunepouring infillingwhere once was spacewhere once was lightwhere once was a facedriven to tell
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