So far...
How hard is the echo of thy voice
Shall thou judge and make every choice
Min words art supplications of lost bard
Each day away hurts like a blade of brad
Thy heart heals min, but left me scars
though I follow thy steps, silently and afar
Whatever long distance, wherever feet wander
Souls drown in dreams there and hither
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