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Atop this precipice |
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I sit and watch as |
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The beasts wander the fields |
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From left to right |
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All in their places except for one |
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He grazes alone |
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And though his keeper |
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Turns a blind eye |
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He stays within his confines. |
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These dreams are temporary |
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But the memories are worth |
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Their weight in gold. |
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And, when the lines have |
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All faded from the sand |
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I hope their borders hold me in |
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I've retraced lines on the maps |
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That outline the fictitious fates |
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That I've created to make a way for myself |
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Above the walls, and out from under |
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The loving hands that held me close |
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That kept me in |
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I've mapped the constellations for years |
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But they haven't proven trustworthy just yet |
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I've stood on the shoulders of giants |
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But never saw past my own shadow. No! |
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Why have I strayed, beyond your reach? |
