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Once a time when lead afield

and left abandoned to fend

let a pebble find a way

weather washed the trail to an end

the young are callow

an easy lure fooled into fantasy

there's no return for the left behind

and not a way from the thick

tempt is easy when is without one

becomes unwise to the trick

the young are callow

an easy lure fooled into fantasy

their tender minds

take in no discern to the grim of reality

where do the hungry turn

there's nothing to fall to the feast

on the stray the witches relay

when in covenant of the beast

the young are callow

an easy lure fooled into fantasy

their tender minds

take in no discern to the grim of reality

the young are callow

an easy lure fooled into fantasy