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Silence is our a burning speech beech
Our A fiery furnace is out of what we reach  leach
There's city poison coming from a crack
As we burn daylight in the dark

The wind will turn all our fails
Into dust and coffin nails


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June was darkness and poetry
A mask forgotten and a tree
Gathering waters from the seas
Flapping branches for you and me

Another seed, another bloom
Another bleed, another plume

Rainy days are coming soon
We're on our way to the moon