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Viewing from the top of a mountain 

The water from my drenched coat 

Running like a fountain

Mysteries seem to have me under a spell

You don't understand me, but trust me I can tell

Cause my life is a fantasy

My last name is Fennessey 

Sike it is Destiny 

Once upon a time 

The views were mine

But domestic peasants found out

Now I am in a drought

Because this place

Was the only place

That I could face

And quenched my loneliness

For I felt a spirit near-by

No evil spirit

But a good spirit

That enabled my mind

To think positive

And feel positive

The vibes were under my control

Now I lost the control

So I think I may just find another place

And hopefully look for grace

Because I committed a sin

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