Never, not now, fear
The dark, dark wood
For I am anew
Grown beyond your tiny years
Sipping on angel tears
And blood-stained bread
See the struggle under a stone
The disease in my bones
We'll be believing soon enough
Rough ramble
Tough sailing
Bail us out
As one, until
We finally leave here.
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