If was is its being then again too she was hear for ever not
knowing when she was to be there.
In how she had seen it was for how it was seen.
So now she was in it so next time she's been.
Her last is her first not knowing how she got in.
For if she was now going she wouldn't have been.
It leads her to darkness when it led into light.
She thought it was what she would have wanted as she lost
it one night.
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