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The companion has unearthed a new dilemma There are some who'll keep silent in hopes you're lost They've initialed a petition of which declares that you are guilty of sedition Fixate upon those playing the act Minutes have slipped since they were your keepers Glance at those donning new hats Single characters are stamped as you sleep This one here has a secret of mine own A pair of initials on that cachet were gold Remember the ring, the gift from you A signet incision is what I'm to make with the scrape inside you The torus that was given, that was purchased with a purpose The warm wax that it spills is oh so abominably golden My letters, if you'll look, you'll see They are the first on the list of initials that declares you are guilty From Letras Mania