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It has not taken long, it has not taken long
The hunters, they are hiding from me
A wooden hand, a golden reed
A waiting end for them to bleed
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It has not taken long
It has not taken long
To feast our naked eye upon
The open blade
The hungry beast
Have found her calling, calling
Help me, please
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