If the truth tells you to run,
run, run, run.
You will come back here one day
you will walk by the still water,
once angry and spitting.
See where it lies: you are the water.
One day you will lay yourself down
beside the flood, sitting still with memories.
If the water tells you to lie,
lie, lie, lie.
You will come back one day
you will become the water,
truth comes flooding
it washes your feet
clean of memory.
Now, run, do not lie.
Now, run.
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