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TRACINGS
TRACINGS
Sometimes we do some magic
With choices that are wrough
Romantic dreamer, this I know
This journey I must make in light...
In meadows near and valleys far
Through miles behind me, more ahead,
This trek before me is quite long,
With an urge that seems to drive me on...
So many lovely things I do miss,
Like a sudden breeze, that stirs a tree,
Some of them small and others large,
That bares my petals, in the sun...
