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‘Tis might seem trivial at first when on a quest to quench thy thirst
Thou knowledge seeketh in my sorror and my mirth.
Thou lingereth here, to my demise, and yet whilst bare remain thine eyes
Thou shall not see a thing here to unearth.
My words mislead as spiraling vines and thou must read between the lines
To see their true, unquestionable worth.