Im sitting here inward bitten
Of all faults i am ridden,
Success does not on the door
Of a mind filled with outward lore.
Things look up when you are fitted
With colours all and accepted
Into the folds of lively dance,
Even evil fate then does not stand a chance.
I know not what got me so near
And yet so far in deathly moors,
Trapped, but breaking the shackles confounded
On the way to my destiny that i have founded.
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