"3 Silver Chariots"

Meet you on the road

The stars incline us

They do not bind us

If they can

I will

And so

It's so

Hard to control

Remember you must die

Southern dawns

The plains of Neptune

Harvest themselves

Reminded me of a melody

We are in danger of being pulled

To pieces by forces

We do not control

And do not understand

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