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violent chimes splitted up the air
schismatic from the rush of the world
she resides in the deepest hole
it's true
i've been there, a long time ago
it was overgrown
by some wet old roots
and she collected
the most gorgeous things i've ever seen
despised by the outside
she lived in her own world
where
the soil on the ground was stronger
than the heaviest hail
where the dirt down to my feets
was so much lovelier than
their green green grass

i saw a million faces
when i came back
a million cunning faces
surrounded by the sleeping snake
i am your forgotten son
the redundant part
and i know, i know, i know that her roots
still rum through my veins

sister
of the abyss
ah
sister of the abyss
these violent chimes
still sound in my head
they still sound in my head

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