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Artista: Kayo Dot Almost condescending it looks on from inside; I feel strong, this day will never wither! In sorcery is my most ancient thought, And I thought the sorcerer was right It creeps behind a dusty mirror They, in an attic I dreamt of once Flow through me again, Wrathful one I feel strong! Throw the tapestry o'er the oracles! Belong to me in innocence... The shears cut cleaner than a child's first sin; I chose the grave in blasphemous It fell away a hundred times before But orisons scratched veiled glass "Thou art I" says cast away: And I am in an attic. I feel weak. This night will never bloom! I am I Now you're mine, my cunting child.
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