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And so started the search, that rainy day
the frogs were calling up my name
“Boy, boy. Where are you? Are you safe?”
Rumors of water drumming on the leaves
Maybe I’m below the tunnels that it cleaves,
but maybe I’m not, maybe I’m not to be found,
I don’t even know. I could be dead by now.
Keep looking
Keep looking around.
The face of the moon could not illuminate.
The crows did too learn how to say my name
and that’s where it all went wrong
I got scared, and fled, far and beyond
But I needn’t to
I needn’t to.
I needn’t to.
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