By words I wrapped myself
To the stage that you set
As a curtain for my eyes
And fetters for my tongue
And paralyse for the moves
That in the end did it for you
Six to twelve as my eyes tell
Twelve and half dropping up my arms
Building this bond as a covered table
Take the drops as you're able
Is this mud too strong to cut
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