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I see that moon rising,
Drawb swollen in the sky,
My soul begins to splinter,
Hot daggers in my mind,
I'll still be walking when I die,
Somne kind of noose been swinging,
Over our shallow graves,
Some kind of segment crawling,
Out on those rusted rails,
I'll still be walking when I die,
There's and echo, deep in my brain,
Or a bad place, that I feel roams the race,
To the clingons, of three broken clocks,
And the marching, won't ever stop,
Some cross our nature coming,
Bells chime an awful sound,
The trees are far dead hollow,
Bad waste were all around,
I'll still be walking when I die,
Well all this time in passing,
Just let her ate my mom,
Black caller down and laughing,
Black dog howl clinging bones,
He'll still be walking when he dies
He'll still be walking when he dies
He'll still be walking when he dies