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[Verse 1]
The house was quiet, the holiday done
Sand in my pockets, beneath a weak sun
I found a pebble, so smooth and so grey
I put it in my pocket, and I brought it away
And in the corner, where the wall met the ceiling
A spider was spinning, a terrible feeling

[Verse 2]
I rubbed the smooth stone with the pad of my thumb
A childish thought, on my tongue it had come
I wished it away, with a shudder and dread
The web and the spider were gone, it was dead
But then in the opposite corner, I saw
Another web hanging, in defiance of law

[Chorus]
And that was the first lesson the void stone would teach
For every quiet ending, a new horror would breach
A balance of terror, a territorial claim
You can wish one away, but another will come just the same

[Verse 3]
So I wished again, with a desperate will
My stomach was churning, my blood had gone still
A third one appeared, with a web fine as lace
And I knew in my heart this was no winning race
So I picked up a cane that was leaning nearby
And I swung it until that third spider died

[Chorus - with more intensity]
And that was the first lesson the void stone would teach
For every quiet ending, a new horror would breach
A balance of terror, a territorial claim
You can wish one away, but another will come just the same

[Outro]
No new spiders came... the problem was solved
But a deeper and darker mystery had evolved
I held the cold pebble there in my fist
And learned what it truly meant to exist...
...and to un-exist.

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