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I see nine red snakes around me
an arid desert and
black swarms of madness here
surely it's a nightmare
that obscures my view
and now falls
from my hands the antidote

Seven yellow stones
stand on me
and golden sand
on the edge of nowhere
maybe it's an idea
that haunts my old soul
and now falls
from my lips my last word

Bright is the moon
so deep the sea
I came before
the wind of doom

I won't fall from grace
I came before the day
and the night
let's get away
from this world this time

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