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I have lost myself
in the wood of rock and stone
I have to find my footsteps
but they are gone!
I don’t know how shall I go back home
Now I am scared and all alone!
it’s dark here, even I can’t see my thumb
I wish I would have listened to my mom.
A haunted Chita chasing me and all
many starry eyes laughing to my fall
I raise from the ashes and run again
What I am running from! if death is so certain?
so I turn back and never run
I had to kill the Chita and I am done.
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