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whispers of doubt lisp on the snake charmers lips

we came to escape from the grayness of our own little trips

tell her I love her, miss her

penetrate the fog of despair



wait upon the wishes of your eyes

and the echo calls, who is me?

though death came with envy

you have been watching the skies



a moment in time, a verse scribbled

drops of red wine and my blood dribbled

so when she goes down to the wood today

tell her memories are believed like an instant replay