| Howling from the heathers in the glooming mire
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| To clam me on slender pass
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| The billow turned the birches to redundant snacks
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| Unavowed, we stood like icicles
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| In the black river
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| Yesterday, she was pulled out from the river
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| Wearing a silver bracelet and a bucket of stones around her pretty neck
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| Holding an empty canvas to a mirror
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| I pictured myself alongside of the girl on the bridge just the morning of the
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| fall
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| When she was staring into the hollow abyss, luminous slipping into the bog
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| The black river…
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| Silent cafter caters by the rivulets, hovering the High-land glass
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| Waiting in the horror by the silhouettes
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| Everyone you know shall pass never to feel comfort in the arms of a stranger
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| Howling from the heathers in the glooming mire
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| To clam me on slender pass
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| The billow turned the birches to redundant snacks
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| Unavowed, we stood like icicles
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| The black river
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| The black river
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| Stop! |
| My little child, you won’t get further than this
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| I see you smile, under the frozen abyss
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| We reconcile, we’re past-dimential and vile
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| The both of us
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| Let’s get together and dance into the void until it stares into our souls
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| So Hush, my little child! |
| Come join the purgatory trip
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| Through your denial
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| Among the carpenter bees, and honey pies
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| We see the home that you left, you were a child
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| I was your daddy back then, so spend a tender when your mourning slip into your
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| dreams
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| Scarlet staturines, tuffy puddles, bada-bits and baseball figurines
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| Forever and ever, bury 'em in the cold
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| THE BLACK RIVER!
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| THE BLACK RIVER!
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| THE BLACK RIVER! |