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One restless night
I left a death of a dream that at light still beamed
Walked to rest - from which would not leave
Picked and wrapped a soul -
Been one of my own
And saw kind and cold, saw ashes in gold
Chained to the grey big common stone
That soon squinted - and with it - many then gone
Still I dragged, was alone
Until I crawled, one winding road
Glinted another - a forgotten soul
Of not honey nor poison,
As I put it on – I was free to be
I was nothing more
Weary I came
So I lay upon the dusty road
I knew such beauty at core
Was bigger then I, and before my death
Before I left, before I spoke
In sweat I awoke
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