What in earth does one say,
When she has no idea,
Of the turns in the way?

How is one supposed to control,
The words that's round,
When it is not whole?

Does one ever had the power,
To turn around,
The redeemed hour?

Is there anyone who will tell,
Just how to change,
The spell of a story told all too well?

Your a liar. 

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