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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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Abracadabra
I carry the stones, I wade out to the seas, I tread upon the grass Just so you could Show me the way back... Carry my heart to light your way Down to the seashore Consume the beauty in the world Spoken from legend and lore. See no evil, hear no evil, speak it not Before the dawn of the moon rising Somewhere in the night Carry me on the way On the way to the shore. I run away fast, I run through the grass I run over the stones, past the tombs I lift my arms above me, pale arms in the moonlight Initiate me, release me, save me from myself... I carry the stones I wade into the seas I tread upon the grass Just so you would Show me the way back..
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