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An anvil to the chest
My head to a breaking wheel
The sound of thunder
My plug
 
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The inflammable cloth is fastened with belts
It can't be torn off
A locked room, which to hate
A mirror in the room, which to hate
In the mirror watches, who to hate
Only one of us, which to hate
 
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To put together the fragile pieces of a dish
Please come, stay there, please don't ever let go
 
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When the bonfires are burning
 
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When the evil spirits come
 
Through the doors I escape, fumbling in the safety of dark
Through the doors, I know; there's a door to beyond knowledge
Writing, endless writing, wordless
Writing, which fascinates, writing, which pulls
 
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When the bonfires are burning
 
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