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39 lines
892 B
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title: Under Cover of Darkness
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week: 22
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date: 2025-06-04
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the sounds are coming back\
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they're out on a spree\
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my thoughts bounce and stack\
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while walls restrain me
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I turn, spin around\
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look out over vast\
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my mind wanders freely\
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untied from my past
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some day I'll need to go\
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you'll see it on my face\
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as all reflects back \
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in that dreary dismal place
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while walls restrain me\
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my thoughts bounce and stack\
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they're out on a spree\
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the sounds are coming back
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You can still hear the echoes drum\
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Their warning cries now muffled so\
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Mistaken as a marching song\
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Now spuring movement from the dead
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A few with malice start a hum\
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That leads a chant the people grow\
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Now caught in drowning sing along\
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They will forget those cries of dread
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Recall the cries and echo some\
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So they take heed and join the show\
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Preserve the warnings, sound the gong\
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Lest they become our own instead
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