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My stars are gone!
Même Luna n'est qu'un mince croissant éblouissant
Lying in the middle of a triangular champ
Smoking a fag beneath Orion
After runing on the rail tracks
In a granite canyon
Past one, past two, past three stations
Spöktåget kan ta mig nu
I turn my back on the transmission towers
Månskuggor kämpar emot väghalkan
Ledsagar mina steg på grusstigen
The Great Polar Bear is hiding beyond the trees
Gods, what have I done?
Where have you been?
But I carry on, the rip is grinding down the view
Will Wild, White Horses take me away?
Try to dig yourself out of an icy marsh
With, for help, only your own shadow to follow.