Break your chains upon the blade
You sharpened in your youth
Go up to the place you grew,
Cut down all you once knew
Don't become like them, you'll say
In the cold of bitter pride
You fostered all your life,
Drag your feet in the valley
Until you fall to die
You won't become like them,
But you are going to die alone.
When you wake in warmth
Tell your beloved they are known
Run further from any thought
That takes you far from home

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