alone in the darkness of the woods
collecting its many goods
waiting for the little red riding hood
to save me from my solitude
darkness all around me there i stood
too bad nobody could get me out
when my soul is passing draught
and im still in a bout
with the life's killing spot
people say of me faithful and others im a stout
but according to my dream im only a spout
walking alone looking for the sprout
which will save me from this world
Guess Who
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