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You walk amongst the dark'ned halls with lights that have gone dim, behooved to set afoot a blighted path by one's misguided whim. An honored vow was once been broken- I do not doubt you did. but I ask you now to tell me this, does he not now too break his? So I beg of you, beseech of you, to look up from your feet, to let your eyes leave those dank gray tiles so that yours and mine may meet. I do not deny that this pretentious world will try to push you back down, that it will call you names and say you're wrong and say that's where you belong. But don't you fret, and don't go back down into that labyrinth, 'cause my arms are waiting and my sword is aching, to hold you and fight for you, forthwith. So let them come, let them bring their hordes, let them show us what they've got, let them call us both a pair of criminals, but they'll never tear us apart. I promise you that I'll stand by you and face them for what I'm worth, so that if they do take you they'll have to take me too, and bury us together, beneath that earth. |