| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - go back underground No easy action Sparks fill the air some nights Crows look for food behind my skin BeneathTry our best to dig it in And keep the cold away, I see That the sky is a vanishing place And then there is nothing to missNo time to get out of the ice No easy action Although all else may turn to dust And insects nest inside my bones, I see I stagger in a daze to find what you meant Where
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