Across the border, an ebbs and flows of doubts
Nowhere to run but to past to mosquito town from its bites
As a hoppers hop on top of the leaf, frogs leap faith goin' by west
Must shush on huge bushes no sounds of a rush
At the boggy dew screeching, wag tails beneath the marshes
Eerie sneaky sick-sucking my very soul you leeches.

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