Long Lost Wanderer

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The ground was an actual sable Among the flowery bushes, there came an omen of death And the bloodshed stole the show I was everywhere on the news headlines

But the truth was lost again somewhere With a man whose death apocryphal And I turned myself to a lifeless joke

The game started to begin Being jailed was the purest sin, I kept both my eyes open And by morning Runaway was the very option, I could finally breath

The night sky was showing off There goes some old friends reunited in a deserted hut And the werewolf was taking flight Then I was the hero who died afterwards

The game started to begin Running away was the greatest thing, I kept all my sight clear And by morning Hiding was a part of me, I could finally breath