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| December Flower Lyrics |
 
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Towards the rich archaic heavens
Towards the lack diorama
You are the artist and the texture
That plays with mantle of the earth
When the bleakest of powders
Lie rooted to the starched stones
And the roots that feed the peaking trees
embrace the sleeping shores
Archaic pearls of sleep and death
The voice of December losing its breath
And the floweryard of white and grey is haunted
White as the down of flaking snow
The heroic emblems of life
Green is the colour of my death
As in winter-guise I swoop towards the ground
Green is the landscape of my sorrowfilled passing
We Are In Flames
Towards the dead archaic heavens
We Are The Mantle and The Texture
The alters the mantle of the earth
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