Come away to the woods with me at the hour when all is awash in soft, wavering light. Then I will tell you my story in which you will be forever lost. Lost to your health, your family, your sense of right and wrong. Lose yourself in my song. Its words and rhythm have meaning for you only. No one can see paradise as you do. It is true. I am danger and deceit. You will not deny me this time we are to spend in tribulation. Tell no relation. I will show you what to write on the walls of your cell.
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