The Wrangler

The wrangler’s door,

Open and precise asked me once

And it keeps me asking the same question

Where are you, in which land,

Fair or not I have desired for you,

And I will keep desiring for you

That’s all I need from this life

Armor and oblivion, the shield that we host

Honey, I am a true liar, I lied myself, million ways

You must come and prove me wrong,

Tell everybody you still exist.

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