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I wasn't riding high
I was watching the shadows
Spinning eyes of echoing sighs
I wasn't there

Creeping into my casket
Creak past windows of memories
To grab the dirt from my soul

If nothing feeds you
I writhe at your dismay
I have no skeleton
Just lost in this plane

No longer touch the withering light
Truth no longer speaks in this life
The dawn cloaks the sun from the day
Before you know, no light needs to fade

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