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Apr 2018
I don't know who I am
They tell me I am fire
I don't quite agree
I think I might be a lamp
That burns with all its might
Not that the winds aren't cruel
And the sun doesn't shine
It's magnificent light on me
But its in the dark night
That I keep burning
And it is the travellers
In search of their self
And the madness in their eyes
That keeps me going
Aflaha
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