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Ordered
To design and build from sand
And stone a maze
That would be fine and oh, prime.
A maze that would meet
The demand;
Demand of make disappear.
Ordered
To design and build from tears
And worry a maze
That would be fine and oh, prime
A maze that would meet
The demand.
But in this maze of mine you'll find
No walls too high
No stairs to climb
No shine of gold
No shackles to bind
For I made my maze
From the desert of soul.