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He walks through the valley of the shadow of Death
And thinks of his life... As he thinks he realizes
His life is but a flickering candle, lighting but
A small portion of the world.
A desolate soul,
A weary traveler, once to the shores and never more,
A Romantic Nonesuch,
A not so fickle Fate
Of destitute wholesomeness,
Lavishly barren.
And thinks of his life... As he thinks he realizes
His life is but a flickering candle, lighting but
A small portion of the world.
A desolate soul,
A weary traveler, once to the shores and never more,
A Romantic Nonesuch,
A not so fickle Fate
Of destitute wholesomeness,
Lavishly barren.
Poetry.
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