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Hillside Hindrance
“Who art thee weary traveler”
“Wild boar teary flower”
“Can thee see the icy snow”
“Can feel cold raining woe”
“Saw a cabin, hills up yonder
Steps in snow will help us ponder”
“Step slowly somber ghost,
Freely Fall silly host
Never to the hills up yonder
But left you me to ponder
Ponder, Ponder wild boar
Ponder that which you abhor”
This town This place This reality
Creeping he turns and looks
On the floor another lurks
Rolling, Rolling over there
Entranced Enthralled lonely stare
This town This place This reality
Stepping up a weeping fool
Pawn. “This my final step
Make me need no more your stool
Immerse me in your depth”
This town This place This reality
Two groups moving slowly around
Two groups firing slowly sound
Slowly screaming Slowly Death
Softly dreaming Shortly wealth
This town This place This reality
Look slowly around
‘Cause you know how it drives you down
Ease me in the ground
Wear a smile Love, no frown
For This town This place This reality
Never took over, hardly got the best of me
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