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An skifts thsea ojaggd craters
Cuttin chanced lines othenothinnight

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Azwhen fliesfire jitterjolt thair
Leavin its brightstreakd dust behind
Likeaz darkheaven gleams in starsshot

What really sung from rungd rocktbellzz
Waz thatfromwhichthedarknesssprung