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there's a place in the soul

when winter turns a corner

and the ice begins to melt

and the earth begins to wake

and deeper things are felt

between east...................                                                                                            ..................and west

between north.................                                                                                           ................and south

between feast..................                                                                                           ...............and threat 

between foot...................                                                                                           ...............and mouth

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the creatures of your soul know a sacred dance

where they spill into a field and fall into a trance

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fall into a trance  

and their spirits begin to poole...

and a fog begins to swarm...

and their bodies  pale and cooled...

begin to flush and warm.

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spill into a field  

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fall into a trance  

spill into a field  

rounding the bone 

spill into a field  

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rounding the bone 

rounding the bone 

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summon the crone

round the bone 

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