A liquid form
Encased in gold
Inside a rock upon the cliff
Facing the echoing caves
The guard's a witch
Deservishing round a black square
Bored of the air
The taste of green
The scent of sulfur
Alone I made a door to whitch I found no key
Alone I made a key to whitch I found no door
The liquid form
Encased in gold
Inside a rock upon the cliff
Facing the echoing caves
The guard's a witch
Deservishing round a black square
Bored of the air
The taste of green
The scent of sulfur
Alone I made a door to whitch I found no key
Alone I made a key to whitch I found no door
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