Travelling through the forest, Feeling like a tourist, The moons the only guide, To which I need to find. The chances that I will win, To find my only kin, Dwindles every hour, Which is very sour. Is there nothing I can do, To help the wind that never blew, I need to keep on running, The darkness is only bluffing. Nothing that I can feel, Can make this any real, Nothing can stop me, From finding the key.
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