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Bound by ties can't comphrehend,

eyes that see far less,

i feel the binds start to bend,

i CAN SEE now more than less,

now i open my mind,

and what do i find?

A soul in flight.

once a year on a divined night,

in a graveyard in pure moonlight,

a cat as black as the words i say,

deeper than seconds in a day,

jumps and bounds from grave to stone,

weaving again what death hath sown.

As the cat jingles the bells of the yard,

the ground lets down its strong guard,

and the undead held back by stone,

lead another life to mistakes be sewn.