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A gaze through midnights journey
a gentle sea of green

The dastardly wind blows
a beauty unforseen.

Young though the body
old is the soul

time hath departed
many a worthy foe

Truth seeks its vengeance
as lies comfort the weak

many a weary traveler
know not what they seek...

By Colored in Crimson

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