Wicked veins, impetuous youth
Gossamer blood rots my tooth.
Wicked veins, impetuous youth
Hide me on the melting roads!
Ever faceless, blackness in ties
Ash of a grandfather clocks flies,
A dying cuckoo in the wood cries;
Wicked veins, impetuous youth!
Hide me on the melting roads!
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