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The movement of weights, the churning of gears.
Release the frail, the withered, helpless notions.
Turn the wheel, continue on with the plans.
Glass hills and iron horses. The fragility of being.
Storm the grounds of gods and end the empire.
The movement of weights, the churning of gears.   Release the frail, the withered, helpless notions.   Turn the wheel, continue on with the plans.   Glass hills and iron horses. The fragility of being.   Storm the grounds of gods and end the empire.