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crickets rhythmically singtheir mournful melodiesa monotone by requestbut they fail, they failto soothe the messhands rhythmically gropethe sheets again for youand off-rhythm the time slowsto make moments eternalmoments eternalis this some kind of holy testto stitch the treadmarks off my chestto get up walk outside my headon a holy search for angeltreadthe moon within its ballwashes white the darkened wallwith a milky veil of silkand i see, i see the spirits liltnow i've lost my fearso i pray that you come nearwith a million sparkly lightsand help me, help me through the nightis this some kind of holy testto stitch the treadmarks off my chestto get up walk outside my headon a holy search for angeltreadthe milky prints of spirits neari pray that they have lost their feara million wisps of sparkly lightweaving through the wallsis this some kind of holy testto stitch the treadmarks off my chestto get up walk outside my headon a holy search for angeltread
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