Fetchin Bones
Fetchin Bones - Exit lyrics
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Slits in white, cuts in snow Like bits of blackness on a sheet of darkness Void is not needed to define a space Where there is no, there is no substance I know what is there behind the last door It lingers in mind, beckons me shyly I cannot answer It is a door to the outside There can be nothing, be nothing more
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