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DAYS GO BY - ALL MY VEINS ARE DRY AND UNTIL - ALL MY THOUGHTS ARE STILL THERE, INSIDE - EVERYTHING I FIND STICKS AND STRINGS - PIECES OF MY MIND AND OF ALL - IN THE WORLD TO LOSE EVERYTHING - I WOULD EVER CHOOSE (AND ALL I FIND IS LEFT BEHIND) SERPENTS, SERPENTS ARE CRAWLIN CRAWLIN IN MY MIND CRAWLIN TO UNDO FIND AND UNWIND YOU FEELING LIKE I DO FEELING LIKE HELL WROUGHT - AND UPON THE SHORES HOW SOUNDLESS - ARE THE EARTHEN MORES