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Such distance to the tips of the fingers,the ganglion loom jerks inside;the body grows steadily strangerbut the spirit won't be denied.
That sharp halogen flash jars the eyeball,the limbs pump in overdrive;the body grows seemingly weakerbut the spirit won't be denied.
Yeah, the ash-mark stands out on the foreheadas the vacuum sneaks up on the eyes;the body becomes a constant traitorbut the spirit won't be denied.
And they call that living a normal live,but normality's not standardised.
Though the body gets ever more root-boundthe spirit won't be denied
Yes, the spirit survives.
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