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Bones heavy filled with dust
Those long hikes every gear it rusts
Rattling warrior wind brushes hairs still
Long the journey was books to fill

Through mountains of own despair
A rebel against all odds that tear
Monstrous anxiety knocking the door
Blood drenched gras fell to the floor

Your heads were heavy though I know
From toe to toe what lies below
The surface of this long translation
Finally finding rest and salvation

Restless sunken in this stool
Who am I to know I am a fool
This isn’t the stop it must go on
Packing boots until the last gong

A journey forever through the mist
Till bones will break and visions shift
No more knowing where to go to test
Where is the place that I can rest


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