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And I told them to not peak,
My colossal soul,
But the vultures were determined,
Staring with beady black eyes,
For fearful prey and unwanted guise,
They waited for me to break or crack an opening,
Alas! What a troublesome sight this night is,
Your silhouette on the wall I idolize,
As you dance to and fro, mocking me so,
