ice storm tricks
trampled gardens
crossed out game
swindled home and ancient echoes
hurricane blind to smudge
lost ideas
broken eyes incinerated
stolen fire
they ran
calling for their treasure
ancient flock sailing over
scheming colours
anchored down satiation
keeping diamonds
hunting hard conversation
steady glimmer
rotten folly so indifferent
churning dead stars
they ran
slashing every demon
they ran
blazing up illusion
they ran
escaping an old era
they ran
blazing up illusion

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Ancient Nouveau song meanings
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