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Snails - Instrumental Version

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Night, nothing near, nothing said, no one here.
Loved once but ice to tears.
Melted slowly, seasons greetings, somehow turned to fear.

Night, cold awake, swam away, Lady lake
Free now white swan in flight.
Breathless silence, sped to violence,
Somehow turned to fear.

Night, still I find dark procession slowly wind,
Worm glow, lantern days death throes.
Laughing jackal, sad hyena,
Somehow turned to fear.