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The trip came late
Was slow to start
Both meek of will
And weak of heart
With broken bones
And tattered spirit
The wheels met pavement
The road did hear it
Despite love long since shattered
And promises so broken
Lies told to ourselves
And dreams never once spoken
Just beyond the bend
A soul full of wonder
No more pining for high tides
To come and pull me under
About the Creator
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