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Broken Trunk

Because of a Guide

Hello little one

I know you a ton

For years I protected you

Watching, as you grew

Do not fear this foreign sound

It rings to help you not be found

The sun is starting to set

My comfort is the only help you get

In the morning I must go

Revealing secrets I cannot show

You see, the dark conceals easily 

Unmasking evil greedily

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