As I lay here half sleeping, thinking of my dear ring.
I wonder what the others think, of this little thing…
With its power and lure, taken me in a dream..
Where happy things dwell, and live, so it seems..
But then I see the truth, it has come to show
The death and the anger
this burden I bestow…
The others don’t understand, nor do they know
The hatred and the suspician that I have grown
I wish it had never come to me…never chosen I
For now I sit here alone on the top of the secret stair…
and all I can do is cry..
My dear Sam, I turned him away, I turned my back
Like a family of ravage wolves, starving in a pack
I lie here half sleeping, with my dear ring…
This awfully wreched little thing.

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