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When you turn around
Who is that behind you?
Bury your claws into the darkness and shred the night
The raindrops turn to teardrops
of blood and trickle down your cheek
If you have a place to return to
Stop on this finger
I'll take you away
Along with this finger
Where the evening cicadas cry in the forbidden forest
Where you cannot turn back anymore
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