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at last we wander
like children into the cave
even in these times
x'd out by many factors
children of another time
held in the arms of the wind
indent the can
like summer frost
talked about for years to come
on visits to the beyond
night is the only place to be 's
pushed into the longing zone
so what's there to long?
yeah! I'm so tired!!!!
can't sleep
haven't slept a wink
injured by a song's energy
causing us to wonder
kindled in flame
ingested by snakes
diamond in the center eye