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I dream of Seattle's cool, damp streets I dream of Savannah's swollen, summer heat Inexorable haunting whispers I can taste your hate Staggering ashen tide We lay down our lives You pull me through time and worm holes You pull me through time and worm holes My limbs were trembling My heart was not in my body I did not know life from death Look past the blue and black These scents and characters may bring us back