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Almost as soon as the thief breathes his last breath, a cloud of sinister black fog envelops him, and when the fog lifts, the carcass has disappeared.

Dam —

I build and
I fill
This dam
I’m so dumb

But when it’s all over
And I fill it back up
It’ll be like
I come

Dam brought up to the brim
With poison
But the rain’s coming…

I’m gonna flush it all out
And close up the gate
Let time replenish
And life will thrive again

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