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I am not the lotus torn by the void's eyeThe astral eye will dance the dirge of dawn
It will be the darkest bright
Wilt wither in its name
The node of all
The wilt of man is not the wilt that is mine
Through the tide under the skin bleed me dry
Through the tide under the skin bleed me dry
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