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See The Lightaway with golden crowsi know their souls are old the waves and the thunder’s prose within her belly glows where the sleeping old bears breathe i can’t see the light for the trees i stayed in lake of fire my bed was ancient pyre the stars all fell into the sea i can’t see the light for the trees for the trees for the trees for the trees for the trees |