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I never thought that
I would find myself
in bed amongst the stones
the columns are all men
begging to crush me
no shapes sail
on the dark deep lakes
and no flags wave me home
In the caves
all cats are grey
in the caves
the textures coat my skin
in the death cell
a single note
rings on and on and on...
Chester Bennington:
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