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New symbols
For the same place
You make the questions
By picking the pace

Mirrored pavement
How much can they take
Decoys keep spinning
A vision of rings

The veils withdrawn
They’ll lose their charm
When fish climb the poplar
Expired remorse

All goals a trap
Like chain in clear
Always chewing on
This pill of utility

It cuts through the night
It cuts through the night
And three of a kind

I put the alley behind me
I step away from the curb
It blocks the view from underneath

It cuts through the night
It cuts through the night