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I lost my mind what a lonely hour creeping down the stairs of the church bell tower there aint nobody listening to a lost birdsong when the time does come don't listen for long Blood red stain of the morning inside a royal robe of blue The strangest face of lightning and a poppy red tea for two follow my voice, don't gaze at the moon insanity takes too long follow my voice I'll see you through no need to lie there is no truth take rest take heart

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