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Apr 2016
Come we must away
Down a path never walked
Through towering forests
And the depths of the earth

Ever wanderers shall we be
No matter how long our journey
Or to what secret places we go
There is no place we call home

Yes wanderers are we
Both cursed and blessed
Beyond all measure
With the night as our blanket

And the moon our only friend
Hadrian Veska
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