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One Amongst The Wheat Fields (The Atlas Moth)

You breathed through silk again You lack teeth that match your weakened lungs A palace melting down to tar Leaving moments of days That past me by Lights out I've abandoned hope I've been left amongst the wheat fields This fairy tale ends one chapter short In a blaze of reproach Without a grand finale Lights out on us