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Feb 2016
Cloaks and daggers,
Playing in the dark
Playing in the wind
Running through the park.

Cloaks and daggers,
I keep them close by
Like shadows and mist
They pet me fly.

I keep them close to me
For it is all I ever known.
Cloaks and daggers
Are all I'll ever own.

Through mist and mirrors,
I let no one through,
Because being known to anyone,
It surly would not do.

Do with the left,
what the right hand can not,
When you commit to this life
Give it all you got.

So fight on shall I
In the shadows and the dark,
That I may never shed a tear from your eye,
As you walk through this park.
Nomad
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Nomad  Between Here and There
(Between Here and There)   
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   Cecil Miller
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