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Go shoot the moon, the sun, the great divide
I believe there’s a storm a brewin’
Nine crows at nine o’clock nigh
Dutch men on the mizzen mast
Six harpies are singin’ to the lee
I believe she’s goin’ down
I believe we’re gonna die die die

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