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When water flows like blood from a wound;
When sweat drips from the exhausted, wicked and weary;
When all else fails to quell the fear in our hearts,
Where will we be?
We exist in the hearts and souls of everyone,
All connected to each other
By the infinite links of the chain binding us to our fate.
But the mirror that reflects only truth, has clouded over,
For there are some questions that only we can answer.
If we only knew what questions to ask.
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