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In my room

No variation in this dark tomb
Spinning in orbit of loss and the need for needing
Grey spirits begging for my healing
Grey spirits crawling along the ceiling
Madness is my adaptation 

Lost in the essence of essential reverence
Lost spinning for a need of your presence 
Chased by the haunting past and present 
Here I come to loom
No variation in this broken tomb
Here in my room

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