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By mischance that soul I devoured was a transparent, vertical blues |
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Give me back that colour you stole from my guts |
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Pulverized Purple |
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That place from which you fell was lined with a cushion of pain and is no proof of your continuing existence |
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That which will rise from death here tonight will go hand in hand with a glittering echo burdened with the sin of joy |