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How Well You Could
Come,
hide beneath your little shell,
pretend you're someone else. And well
you could, 't'wer not for beast
that gnaws within in joyful feast.
Come,
bear your cross and stand up tall.
'tis best to walk in pride. Don't crawl.
How well you could, 't'wer time to rest
and cast this monster from your chest.
