Spiral

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Cold feet cold feet in

The desert sands,

Once here, now there,

Endless wastelands,

Hot lungs hot lungs take

On iced mist,

Dead stars, full moons,

Skies coexist,

Wander wander on

And on and on-

A hundred heartbeats

And one thread for their song.

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