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The tune hums along in G And the lights buzz softly I am being taken somewhere Someplace beneath it all Underroot, I am Descending So deep The dreary sun And her arms Cannot reach Lower Than those commonplace people And all their happenings It is cold here Below the surface And the door appears, open As I Recede -- c
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Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 9:12 PM UTC
Freightless