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words that come to me,
let my thoughts go free.
i love the cadence of music
in the sounds that you speak.

the armor you create
in the voice i make,
shall be my sole reason
to keep walking on.

a journey that’s been made,
shall see its waiting fate;
for the traveler will make it,
the light shines somewhere, i’ll find it.


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