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 |
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