AS I RUN ALONG A BED OF STONES
MY FEET ARE DAMP AND COLD
MY HAIR STREAMS OUT BEHIND ME
TINTED GREEN WITH OLD
I'VE BEEN HERE FOR MILLENIUMS
BUT I CAN'T QUITE PLACE THE FACT
HOW OH HOW I WAS MADE
IN THE LAND OF DRY AND DEAD
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