To find out what you need to know,
you need to go where the roses grow.
Traveling across the earth,
traveling, ever since birth.
Watch as the doors close,
close them down, upon your foes.
Poke your eye out, when you lie.
Never again will you see the sky.
Your vision may be dark,
but this will let you see the spark,
of knowledge from your heart.
Turns out all you needed to know,
was in this darkness of your soul.
You just couldn't see the glow.
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