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| Traveller |
Finding the edge of the good, Covering your vision of sacrifice, Laugh in your travel, And even bring the pen with the troll. Do not stare at the bills without me Let our travel be our jest at life Our penicilin supply drawn blue lilac commands that small movement how you can smile at life the riddles of tenderness the support hides me those who make me temporary and lights gentle chalice burning. |
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