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    Your presence howls inside my ear
    You lifted the ark from me
    Now there's nothing i cannot see
    A wooden tin, a hidden sleet

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    Throw the matches upon my bed
    In this boiling light
    It swims through this
    Hollowed bin to me
    Now you ring the bells

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