She wanders into my dungeon (dark and shabby)
She sees my chains (old and rusty)
She starts to run (far away)
I try to run after her
But remember I can not run
A familiar scene (yet equally vague)
The lights grow dim (too dark to see)
I can no longer see her (gone is her scent)
I am left with this regret
Where did I go wrong
Gone is she like the rest (to an unknown place )
I start to feel alone (like many times before)
But i am left with my chains (my glorious chains)
With them I am never alone
My chains have never left
man running in forest
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