I stumble down Stopping past a raw bud And look up to the bounty I leave behind I knew it once The hill held happiness Beneath its earthen hearth It beats still But I am left To leave and loathe to Go Below There lies a lake A liar's loch Stalking me as I pass The long grass goads me Into memory Farther from the firth I flee Into a town of tired souls The misery will tempt a turn Yet must I travel To my goal maligned I find the crossroads As I kept them Costly swept away with Weeping dirt I hurt to diet Hieing my heart To die Yet on it speaks And so I meet The lightning

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