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To and fro I travel Yet I find no place to rest The hardened heart Grows colder Bleeding less and less Yet as I lay Upon hard ground There's a lack of comfort To be found Still my restless spirit And my hungry heart Beckons me to worlds afar...
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Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 10:53 AM UTC
THE TRAVELING SPIRIT
To and fro I travel Yet I find no place to rest The hardened heart Grows colder Bleeding less and less Yet as I lay Upon hard ground There's a lack of comfort To be found Still my restless spirit And my hungry heart Beckons me to worlds afar...
Traveler Tim 2014
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TravelerTim
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TravelerTim
63/M/Armenian
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 10:53 AM UTC
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