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Sinful and damp under the mist.


We see dark rubes before the rain.


Dig it! The end has fled.
Strange and invisible in the land.


We taste poisonous demons below the rain


Take cover! The bitch continues.


We are sensuous on the grave.


You breed evil meaning before the sea.
Be transparent. The evil has vanished.


Darkening hopeful
seeing the light
empty hands.


Where in the end
the sailors
miss their chance for shelter
while the snow fell.

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- "Come faint drawn-out sounds, more dead than the bell..."