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Obdurate Obscura - Wovenhand
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Obdurate Obscura Wovenhand

Obdurate Obscura - Wovenhand
Braided in the hair of the earth
Sweet grass your brother inferior
O obdurate
Do beg to differ
Rolling to and fro
The sleeping camp
A burning lamp
Never the gentleman
Over her shoulder gone

An esoteric enclosure
Abandoned early on
Driven from face to face of the ground
This tiger city prowess
What in the world is better than
Hidden in the light
His silver cup in your sack
Obscure man, obscure man

Up from His high place
He looks
But there is no man
Casting down imaginations
Verily verily this silver vein
Drawn a blank name
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