How many days and how many nights have I seen myself mourning.how bout the crafts,
And the drafts which were left raveled
While im soaring
And so I did go and found me a place to secure myself abhore.but when I disguised and locked myself up,there was nothin but a maze
The puzzled figures and the sultry peas,came in to welcome me
As I looked narrow,I felt them tender
Without the trace of glee…
And down the cave as I moved in
And out was there to see
That it was nothing and it was empty
Therefore I can’t be free
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