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My Fortress, My Toll
Who is this, at my door No more guests can I endure With shallow eyes and a solid brow I will let you in, but not yet, not now The time will come for us to embrace The music of voices at first interface It will be near, it will be soon Do not let fate destroy your dune The knob is twirling, as to barge right in I must protect thyself and kin! For no matter what may come this way It will not make my heart its prey Keep all evil thoughts outside Good will is one of the notorious prides This I may, this I might This encounter might start clean, but end in a fight The cowardly ways of all those in the past Do not let them dig in, do not let the pain last The condescending acts and slurs that are heard Can this really be a trustworthy’s word? No matter, it will not have a taste of my soul It is stopped at my door, my fortress, my toll Let them continue to steer, on their down-winding slope Never to see again, my heart, their rope
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