down
the
slippery
steps
the
daemons
will
lead
me
blindfold
down
the small
steps
and
slippery
down
the high
walls
of the
valley
once
down
they
will
place
my
feet
in
the
low
waters
of
creek
in
the
rocks
that
be
the
vale.
I
felt
a
cool
in me
around
me
that
was
of
the
heavens
after
the
fearing.
but
then they led
up
blindfold
how
many
times
I
was slipping
and
from behind they propped
me
up!
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