Maniacal

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Dark turns to light.


What was hidden in the night,


Will be clear in the morn.


While it was dark,


You were alone.


Someone came,


And took you home.


Chains and irons.


Irons and chains.


Stuck here in these plains.


Trapped by you.


Trapped by you.


Whatever shall I do?




Idk about this one...

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