The place behind the gray thoughts,
the dwelling is hidden behind the disguise,
a shroud draped in white for camouflage,
is where his heart remains in wild,

And often beneath that peaceful guise
thrive a restless heart,
the world thinks it is nonexistent
but it is the lair
where his wilderness lies

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