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The Anount Kneaded
04:41
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For some time now, he’s been chased away
By these chills in the night
And he’s wondering, if she’ll ever know
And she’s wondering, if he’s coming home
That was all she asked of him
Before he fell into that hole
Why she asked on this one night
Left him bare, feeling alone
For some time now
He’s been running from the wanderer
Who has come to collect his due
And he’s wondering, if she’ll ever know
And she’s wondering, if he’s coming home
That was all she asked of him
Before he fell into that hole
And now we know why she said it then
As he fell, alone
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Hughes
07:54
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Behold the threads
That drew us from the clay
If only our cohorts could see, could feel
This desperate need for the odd and the strange
This lust we have for what’s wrong and so real
Where real is not, the unreal prevail
The mind’s something becomes nothing
When we’re out of our own bounds
And we’re gliding
Where real is never found
The weird, the abstract, and the obscure
Are what govern us when we are where only we can be
Here is the only place I know me
Where I am not I but we
And they may try to grasp what we relay
But this is not a ground where others may play
What’s mine is now for the taking
For there’s only one steady truth
And we’re gliding
Where real is never found
I hunger for what isn't and all that can never be
I am sane, I am sane, I am sane
But I will never be whole without our unreality
Behold the threads
That drew us from the clay
Magnificent, aren't they?
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