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I created you friend,

walk with me down the falling path who ends in the land speak me stories by the fires in the valley come with me back to the city and be friend there follow me up one river and down the other and when the city empties into sleep and we are alone with the beggars touch me friend let me know that you are there and tell me you shall stay that you shall not return to the land but be with me my second breath that you shall walk with me as when I was alone in the land

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