The Taciturn and The Talkative II: Everything That Went
Blessed he was fine
Conscious left to die
Little felt too high
Whole sky was live
Reached up the sky
Had they determined?
Prayed he was not fine
Them they had no mind
Know he did he knew
It was all askew
They had filled him fine
He was determined
For they were now alone
Alive was he for them?
For Little did he know
Of everything that went
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