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my eyes can see

yet my mind deceives

my heart can perceive

but my soul cannot retrieve

what a path lays down ahead

shallow to the core

a stretch yet it is

a maze it has turned

round it goes until there is no more

but only to start where you once began

the toll it takes

a cycle that storms through the rage

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