Down the stairs I follow you
I follow you just where you want me to
The vines they swim so slow
and seem to know what I am going to try
They watch like spies
And I read you hated this place with your bones
you really tried, but he lied while you sat alone
and as you packed and left he asked you "Why do you go?"
you replied "You're the cosmic one; you should know."
You should know
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