I see her lying there, withering away
Not able to lift her head, only a tilt and a sway
She’s succumbed to the darkness
Partial to deceit
Maybe she thinks she will finally mete
And so I take her in my arms
You are safe here, whether you like it or not
She begs and she cries, kicking her feet
She is loyal to this place, even in defeat
Separation is the hardest, but the most vital
Here is where she unlocks the key to her survival
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