With a finger of separation
The ever quiet flow of the
Past
This is for the place
His filmy tooth holds
O but his heavy wax hands
O but his blind glass eyes
As an observer I pray
For all of her to join in
Make me believe in lies
His will awake in dreams
O but his heavy wax hands
O but his blind glass eyes
The ever quiet flow of the
Past
This is for the place
His filmy tooth holds
O but his heavy wax hands
O but his blind glass eyes
As an observer I pray
For all of her to join in
Make me believe in lies
His will awake in dreams
O but his heavy wax hands
O but his blind glass eyes
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