i ve got shovels for my hands anchors for my legs wings jut out of my shoulder blades i can go anywhere i can t go anywhere i m trapped in a mirror and you re certainly no hammer like the fiery sun whose touch nothing outruns but the craters of the arctic moon my burning eyes are after you so add another notch in your painted town i ll rot as another nameless block what s learned won t quickly be forgot
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