Shrine of Mystery
Wrap you up in cotton woolsell you to my friends
Give them all a sugared lie
A lie that never ends
I shall take away
All you trust and know
You must cutt my strings
you must let me go
For In a hostile world
I somehow just became
Send me back where i belong
Take away my name
When my memory is gone
My existence is history
Capture my life riddle
In a shrine of mystery
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