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Hi
Victim
Gone to seek my fortune
I left my wife behind
Oh poor farmer me
From the deem lights
Candles and lanterns
Now blinded by the lights
I felt the urge
I had to go
I feel so sick and frail
My wife knows what to do
I left my fortune behind
Now I am gone
My wife has to go
Everybody seems sick and frail
It is unknown
It has to be a curse
The wise men from the bright lights barely visit
Only the non appetizing are healthy
I never believed we will go before our grand parents
They all seek the bright lights to escape the curse
How?
How do we control our fear?