| She got out of the cave with the shadows alight
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| All tied down and blinders to narrow her gaze
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| She reached for his hand and then into sight
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| Came the holders of statues, their backdrop ablaze
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| And he led her up to the grass and the night
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| And both of which snagged in her hair
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| And her haze was teary and beaten with answers not right
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| «No question could pose what the answer portrays,» she told him while crumbling
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| out of her plight
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| And didn’t she now that not all of her days
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| Would be free from walls that had held her in tight?
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| He brought her back after he’d gotten her praise
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| Now tired and numb like a lady named Bright
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| She’s faster asleep than the light of the rays of the sun
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| And tomorrow he’ll use all his might again to lead her into this maze |