the day i ventured a walk of the flooded trail i gave no thought coming down i was seven miles up the mountain by the time the sun went down oh black branches too high to be wielded though the ground is moving moving under my feet i lay down and speak deep deep to the heart of the wood where life has but one thought come alive you vainly doomed break the arms you re clinging to the serpent didn t need them but he s less terrified of truth drink the tea your lady made conjured sisters to elate i see them bathing in the river as vipers menacingly wade
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