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------ the shining black on the shore ---------

------ be my medusa ------------------------------ ------ but even after i turned to stone --------- ------ let me watch your darkness ------------- ------ or forget it ------------------------------------ ------ come to me quietly ------------------------ ------ while walking in a desert ----------------- ------ or staring into the distance -------------- ------ in the heights of a green island --------- ------ stick your dagger in my chest ----------- ------ forged in akkadian realm ----------------- ------ its handle carved in babylon ------------- ------ from the horns of the northern deer --- ------ while that multi-century dagger --------- ------ slips between my ribs --------------------- ------ smell your breath ---------------------------