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You've got the lot to burn
A shelve of pic smothered cries Is there a spirit that spits Upon the exit of signs
Is anybody there? (spines in a row) These steps keep on growing long (spiders and arrows) Bayonet trials rust propellers await
No
Nobody is heard Rowing sheep smile for the dead Nobody is heard
An antiquated home Afloat with engines on mute Sui generis ship spined around the yard
Is anybody there? (spines in a row) These craft only multiply (spiders and arrows) At the nape of ruins rust propellers await
Nobody is heard Compass wilting in the wind Nobody is heard Rowing sheep smile for the dead Transoceanic depth in this earth In this cenotaph
Lash of one thousand eyebrows clicking Counting the toll Counting the toll
You've got the lot to burn A shelve of pic smothered cries Is there a spirit that spits Upon the exit of signs
Is anybody there? (spines in a row) These steps keep on growing long (spiders and arrows) Bayonet trials rust propellers await
No
Nobody is heard Compass wilting in the wind Nobody is heard Rowing sheep smile for the dead Transoceanic depth in this earth In this cenotaph
Carpel jets Hit the ground Carpel jets Hit the ground Carpel jets Hit the ground Carpel jets Hit the ground
Lash of one thousand eyebrows clicking Counting the toll Counting the toll Lash of one thousand eyebrows clicking Counting the toll Counting the toll
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