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The roads, and the fire
Midas looks disappointed
That never stopped the rain
Your adolescence
Spites all that cannot be true
For lies are evil
The beach and the stone
Hollow beneath everything
Yours forever, I
Regression at last
Cinders of lords unkindled
And souls corrupted
A Vessel I am
But never malevolent
Without a reason
The door, and the witches
And crows of smooth and silver
Yet I've seen it all
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