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“You’re on the wrong track now,”
called the one eyed man
on the Docks of Saint Paul’s.
“Turn your tail, ‘fore the old man gets
his hand around your balls.
Oie, little child! You don’t know much,
go back now to your mother.
Or you’ll have new kin come morning
with Death become your brother.”

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