Sinister and quaking against the clouds
You see colorful rubes beside the tomb
Can you dig it? The fun is done
So glittering beside the dreamscape
You smear tiny monsters within the rain
Atone! The day is born
Sinister and quaking against the clouds
We prod misty snakes within the land
Yo! The thought shall flee
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