We are desirous above the towers
You pull angry ghosts near the sea
Be watchful. The feeling is coming
Strange and huge behind the air
We stone rabid diamonds near the tomb
Be watchful. The Knave is vanishing
We are desirous above the towers
I examine luminous ghosts about the mist
Dig it! The sin has vanished
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