To the South, there they dwell,
The creatures of the mighty well,
Attacking all who draw near,
Riddling them with great fear,
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'Mad syh ramb syh,
Mad ic tu fryd fa lyh,
Mad ic nih ysug,
Mad ic cbaht y pilg,
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When the waves crash, and the thunder rolls,
I think of you way over there, in the land of coals,
Knowing that I will never, ever be able to see,
You and all your beauty, that never seems to be,
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As she sits in the rain,
She begins to think again,
About all the things that she has done,
The smiles, the tears, the battles she has won,
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On and on I go towards the end,
Up and over any wall,
Or down and under if I must,
But I will make it through it all.
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The end is nigh,
It's tyme to die,
Do not cry,
Don't ask why,
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'There are people around,
This orb we call home,
That live all abound,
And to go see, I'll have to roam.
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“Down the road I travel,
Ages of loneliness ahead,
Upon reaching my destination,
I shall surely climb into bed.
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'He who is Dead, yet has many Lives;
He who is Poor, yet he Thrives;
He who is Crippled, yet he can Walk;
He who is Mute, yet can Talk;
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Days and days of torture,
Ready for death to meet,
But was relinquished of the pain,
To be forced into a great feat.
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