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A swirling vortex twixt you lies,
your eyes can soothe the storm
the web of lies beneath you lies,
your words a bridge you form
A swim across an icey lake,
feels warm compared to who
who walks along the waters edge,
believing it is true
We stalk a claim to which we lie,
our beds are made of straw,
and if the candle has no flame,
come morning we will crawl
A laying on of hands will feel
the fire from inside
The rules we set as for oursleves,
are which we will abide
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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