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The Puppet
I used to dance in the early morn’ of life
 With a bright soul I jumped into a bog of whirling lies
 Above me they smiled, so complacent in their place
 But since I was young, I couldn’t unmask their face
 And time ticked on by as the audiences came
 They saw in front of them, a child much in pain
 So it finally hit upon me – that cruel revealing smite
 And I ran into the distance on a dark grueling night
 I knew they wouldn’t worry, for they never took to heart
 The twisting pains that crashed inside my subjugated heart
 But then again, I needed them to pave the way for me
 So return I did, but now I came with mind and soul renewed
 And in the end I wait to see who comes and goes to see
 The nascent soul that woke amidst the great turmoil within me
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