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Oh dusk intended silences & corners pulling yellowWith valleys for their styluses & graphics for her fellowOur Sunday morning starknesses sang false endearing sensesA frame of preening darknesses made mortar for their fencesIt is not over, you just don't know what you have doneWhen we're nervous for all our sins in grainy wilted blessingDeserved of whistling cardinal winds while gravity's redressingOh smokepure strain of meeknesses & deathly-bound allyingToo many little sweetnesses, so much life in denyingI always wanted you to know I never wanted you to goYour savior dies in empire glow but never tries to let it show Aus Songtexte Mania