A twisting path I cannot keep

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The walls are high, the shadows deep, A twisting path I cannot keep, With every turn a choice unknown, I walk this labyrinth alone. But from the dark, a sudden light Breaks through the curtain of the night, A silent, vast, all-seeing eye That pulls away the hidden sky. I stand exposed, completely bare, ...

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