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[floydfan777]

Lost in this sea
enemity swirls round
I can't help searching for the eye
that guides to hallow ground
Wandering fields of jimson weed
The forest fills with sound
Trees come to life and sing to me
Where in mystic verses lies abound
Saving me from this place,
Takes more then a weekly grace
You spit in my eyes,
though still I cannot see,
Because from you came the man
whose venom blinded me.