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A prick of rose’s thorn across the break, across the morn
And I walk blindfolded into the wake, into the storm
And please avert your eyes, the dust it falls, the dust it lies
And in the fire’s claw incinerate, they burned them all
And in the bird’s eye view the fires bled, the fires grew
And we walk blindfolded feeling no trace of all we knew
And please avert your eyes from earthly cracks, earthly cries
And in the final throw, incinerate beauty we know
And she was a haven for me and she was a haven for thee
And she, a holy vessel breathes and you sit and watch her bleed
And you torched a hole in the sky and you watched your earnings fly
And you sit there as she lies in blood right before our eyes
And in the wake fires burn, fires take
And at the wake ashes fall, ashes forsake
And at the wake we will fall, we will ache
And at the wake we’ll recall beauty’s face
