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I travel with merchants from town to town.

And each time I leave I wear a frown.

We travel the paths through the trees.

And every night I pray on my knees.

I pray that I will live through the night.

And each day I awake ready and right.

But the merchants did not wake in the morn.

For they were killed by monsters with scorn.

So on this day I look up and say.

Thank you for letting me live this day.