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Sticks and stones will break your bones
Things that go Bump in the night will hurt you.
Sense and secrets will wreck your mind
As the troubadour’s blade slices open.
Come, ye senseless and boneless,
Stare down your hollow and secretive cell.
Who are you now, yesterday, tomorrow?
Bring sticks and stones to the Hollow Hotel.