The misty air travelth far
To find sweet berries trapped
Entanglement with armour
The straps loosen a little each step
The whispers reflect off the trees
A fog fierce in its concealment 
The pacing begins and a cliff face shows
How such a prison creates illusions
The further walked, the farther knowledge is gained
To return to where
Ships set sail long ago


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