| As through a glass darkly you seek yourself,
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| But the light grows weak while under Yggsdrasil.
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| A basket of eggs may you count your days.
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| Though your gut lies filled, only shells remain.
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| I can tell you’ve been drinking by the scent of your breath.
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| Another little sip, a bit deeper in debt.
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| You can rest your head in your wrinkled hands.
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| But when you awake, you’re in another land.
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| In fields of green rolling on endlessly
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| You find a fallen nest where there is no tree.
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| Mark the brown furred hound tied to the mandrake root.
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| Dare you carve a face in that virtue food?
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| I can tell what you’re thinking. |
| I see it everyday.
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| I’ll help you with your coat, see you on your way.
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| Sure you want to go walking on a night like this?
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| Look, there goes another one now. |
| One day I swear they will not miss.
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| As through a glass darkly you seek yourself,
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| But the light grows weak while under Yggsdrasil.
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| A basket of eggs may you count your days.
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| Though your gut lies filled, only shells remain. |