.Oh I was sent to find the lonesome place
Where I was lost but left to trace
By carving riddles on the lonesome vine.
Oh but rumor has it that I wasn't born,
I just walked in one frosty morn.
Into the vision of some vacant mind.
Oh once I held a pony by its flying ma.
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