I was led me to the maze,
dear.
Inside the many paths am lost.
Dear.
I was told not to fear,
Dear.
Not even the darkest cave,
Dear.
Since dawn am searching,
Dear.
I can hardly smell your scent,
Dear.
Now my stomach is itching,
Dear.
And my sweat is crystal salty,
Dear.
Where on earth are you,
Dear.
Come hold my cold hand,
Dear.
Lest i die a lone pauper,
Dear.
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