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Dance with the moonlit night in the day
as rain that's not rain
pours down and down.
I've eaten a soul and now I feel free.
So I dance with the moonlit night in the day
drenched scarlet red,
such sticky rain.
I've eaten a soul and now I feel fine.
So I dance with the sunlit day in the night
as blood that's not rain
pours down and down.
I've eaten a soul and now I feel sick.
So I lay in the clouded night before day
soaked dark maroon,
an odd, pulsing pain.
I've taken a life and now I feel strange.
So I swallow my knife
and bleed out my pain.