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- It's beginning to look a lot like fish-men
- Everywhere I go;
- From the minute I got to town
- And started to look around
- I thought these day-touched people's gillslits showed.
- I'm beginning to hear a lot of fish-men
- Right outside my door,
- As I try to escape in fright
- To the moonlit Anvil night
- I can hear some more.
- They speak with logical words, divinations absurd
- And proceed very rationally
- Their eyes never blink and quite frankly they stink
- Like a carcass washed up from the sea.
- I wish I'd paid attention to that crazy Highborn man.
- He tried to warn me all about the Spire's Merrow clan.
- It's beginning to look a lot like Fish-men
- Everywhere I go;
- They can set fire to Urizen,
- but that'll help noone,
- The taint of Day spreads further than they know.
- I'll continue to see a lot of fish-men
- That I guarantee.
- For the fish-man I really fear
- is the one who's in the mirror
- And he looks like me.
- He looks just like me.
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