Keep the deepest part of thine away from mortal eyes. Make a maze so grand and great protect from mortal lies. We are saint and safe from it the secret of our lives. It is for this knowledge kept that evry spirit strives. Harken not a worried mind that cannot tell the tale. I have hidden all that's mine beneath a water pale. Labyrinth to save the sight of that which cannot fail. Keep the shelter of the mind, away the stormy gale. Find to me a sweeter pain that which hath no meaning. As the maze could craft the tricks to make me thinks I dreaming. Keep the deepest part of thine away from things unseeming. Member yee the hearty guise that feeling is believing.
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