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The Mind of a Man
To the south of the garden
in the field of woe
there stands a fire
fiercely fighting to grow
I stand above
on the mountain so high
feeding the fire
fighting the night
the cold winds of winter
blow deep down my spine
slowing my actions
freezing my mind
so here I am
on this cliff so steep
standing on the edge
I'm pushed... to the deep
