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So: the candle has passed through a portal |
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Stayed by a sentry as I try to follow |
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Changing my cloak to a gown to gain entry |
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There in the center its bearer awaits |
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In a circular chamber of doors |
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Guarded by shadowy forms |
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There in the middle; a room and a riddle She fades away... |
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There where she was |
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A golden bird did appear |
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Briefly I heard the song of that bird |
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And then it too disappeared |
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Traded my cloak for a gown; look around It's the same as these guardians wear |
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Faces obscured, still undisturbed With their doors in this circular lair |
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The silence eventually broke |
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In one voice, the guardians spoke |
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There in the middle; a room and a riddle Surrounded thus |
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" An oath to be sworn and a robe to be worn |
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Now you're one of us!" |
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Sentries and doors! |
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Guard with your life |
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Behind each door: |
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A withered child clutching a knife |
