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Glass mountain
No heat and no cold
No fingers of trees
No fires or roads
No daredevils splayed at your feet
And the sun doesn't weep on your shoulder

A pale lantern
Hangs from my throat
In the weakening light of november
Fork of white lightning
A faded rainbow
My voice
Scorched and aching
Remembers

Glass mountain
No heat and no cold
No fingers of trees
No fires or roads
No daredevils splayed at your feet
And the sun doesn't weep on your shoulder

There's no place like nowhere
And nobody knows
How it ends and what will come after
So tell me a story I already know
But lit from a different direction

Days wash away like waves in the sand
The dead clap their invisible hands
And laugh

Glass mountain
No heat and no cold
No fingers of trees
No fires or roads
No daredevils splayed at your feet
And the sun doesn't weep on your shoulder

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