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The traveler


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Free to roam from heart shaped cage

You travel paths in shoes of age


After suns and moons and suns have passed

You begin to see that nothing lasts


As you stumble upon the gates of death

You say to self with dying breath


I hope I lived along the way

For the cost of life is the price we pay

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