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My hands await a humble fate
And the moon will ne'er rise The days have been long of late A course of no surprise I walk the path of great despair Through passageways occult And run my fingers through your hair One look to see no fault But where are we headed, in what direction Why should I even mind This life is just a great collection A parody to unwind Aaron Leyshon
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