If you follow my winding thread
And go left at the light-filled lake
You'll have time for a few reflections
And there's an empty chapel of trees
Where you can change your clothes
And any one of a number of caves
Where you can make your last confession
But suddenly you'll run out of time
So far I've led you in the wrong direction
But just turn around and hurry through the woods
You'll come to a silent maze of houses
One with the front door ajar but no one there
I will have gone out to find you
And myself gotten lost perhaps
Uncertain of my return
So welcome sit and cool your bones
I've left some water for you on the table
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