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wisdom is ripe on the Tree

//

From ancient cities True Men come

••

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he looks at himself in the ***** mirror

//

Through all cloudy memories

Visions of his true self still appear

//

within the myths

Still at hand

//

He wanders completely

Out all doors

Into the Story finally seen

••


HOW DID THEY GET HIM TO BELIEVE

THAT ALL HE NEEDED WAS SOME

DITZY GIRL !

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young love

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where real pride

Stands up and

Conquers Shame !

)(

He wanders down the street

//

He sees


Everything quite clearly now


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