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There is no need tonight,
to send out the blood hounds.
Let us lose the tracks of Time,
and the very scent of struggle.

Without a pack to follow,
we may start to confound,
the paths and the reasons,
leaving behind all once so simple.

Let us not become bewildered,

in our wild wilderness.
Traveling an untouched trail,
we see only what our eyes desire.

There is no need this morning,
to send out a search party,
Or to lose your sleep over us,
when you find us to be missing,

We will find our own way,

through getting lost.