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Still the fields are in motion
Not as pictures but as time
Hunting the white plague
In the absence of my body
I watch myself drown
in the blue aura
Of mine and I see
The swans leave the pond
But still the words circle
Around my head like flies
The gnashing marble teeth
Were disturbing my slumber
And there I was in the middle
Of a game called chess
But my vagabond initiated the process
Yet the fields are in motion
Not as time but as clouds
Falling as silver rain
And washing away the heavy blood
The gnashing marble teeth
Were disturbing my slumber
And there I was in the middle
Of a game called chess
But my vagabond initiated the process
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