IDIOLECTIC INSIGHT LTD XXXII: NIGHT OF THE BLIND STOKER

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I've been shoveling my little coals 
To kindle a fire I can't behold 
Yet I've seen what's on and by your side 
But I will not bow, never succumb 
To hatred cold and its crooked smile  

I guess I've been careless with my soul 
In letting it roam without orders 
In letting it go to you at night  
Knowing now as I finally do 
That line of flight equals line of sight  







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