Your nails do grow faster when you only get cave light
Cave is all you get when morning misses daylight
Day turns into quiet into silence when you wake
Waking up at punch-out, you creature for your sake
Sakes like thesis statements stacking at your door
Doors left swinging wide for 500 years or more
Moors open for your wandering, grayness of your world
Worldlets looming over, now get your knuckles curled
Curl up when it's cold outside your cave, but listen here,
Hear them reach them when they sing you back from disappear
Appear like some great comeback, live up Dandon's scores
Scoring out the notes, legato back, the song is yours
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