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The world miss a filling hole - oh low - with a horned beast inside.
For the very first of all. Clouds never ever lie.
The world miss a filling hole - oh low - with a horned beast inside.

I release you high of the curtain beneath the mind.
I creep you so tight to the frontier (of the elder kind.)

Slice of spicy frost heart within you.
Lie on a carpet vine and leave your brain.
Of the curtain beneath above you
to the frontier O I miss you.

Rest on top of hills full fog.
The chest crop on a million slugs.
A postponed lying heart, nothing will change your … (mind)

Of Hill, Of thunder, Of Legacy, Of Earth.
Malice in my season.
And a vapor to tread off the splendour hour
Profane, yeah, the drift of faith.

I release you high of the curtain beneath the mind.
I creep you so tight to the frontier ...

Slice of spicy frost heart within you
Lie on a carpet vine and leave your brain
Of the curtain beneath above you
to the frontier O I miss you.

A roaring hell in the spine of Earth.
A burden in the shell of minds.
A bottle of jack in my hand.
An opened door to the frontier.

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