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Where doth the demons lie,
Where can I see one fly?
These scares you say will make me cry,
How do I know that you dont lie?

Where doth the rivers flow,
Ancient veins from mountains score.
Where can I see the blue,
Away from what is shown by you?

Why cant I see myself,
My eyes you took, my lies you paint.
Why doth u hide this truth,
You say you deliver with care.

Where did the sunlight go?
I fell a warmth, but not of fire.
Why did you take me home?
When home was by the river.

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