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Please don’t look
Let me drown
In the phase of nothing’s net
Set my hook
In the ground
I can’t lift another pound
I can’t find the outward bound
In the maze of maps and books
There’s a silver line around
All the myths that pulled you up
What’s the mystery allowed?
I can’t kill the cause of crooks
Someone’s listening
My mouth caused the ending of the rook
Just a little room
He sits down
No one’s left to call him out
Empty out the nooks
Beat up on the sound
Read up on the many in pursuit of any crown
Plead with every mook
Drink up all the salt
We could fall together to the bottom of the sand
Better than a stock
Freer than a crowd
Everybody’s running to the ending of the land
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