.In my den
On the outskirts of density
The fools use miles to keep the wise at bay
And they think theyâre safe
But for She
And they wonât speak Her name
Like a bad joke the horns sound
Hits like a dull cloud
As some poor son of a âdonât know howâ sets out
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