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I’ve tasted a morsel of darkness, In the frantic fleeing from sight. And I’ve searched in every crevice - For the thing that let me fight. - But I couldn’t find the time to stay, Or the willpower to go. And because of that I’m stuck in clay - In the place I used to know.

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