.My dear, I fear weâre falling to danger,
hunting the riverbed in pursuit of the things that haunt your head.
Oh the violent things that remind you of me.
You swore that you would never walk to the shoreline where all the fishermen hoist their sails,
They dance in the moon to the sire.
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