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Doom laden Light my way With candle of blackest tallow And flame of brightest white I follow my nature My gravitation Without question Godless and lawless Out of the wild I came Still wet and trembling Hairless and bared to all I lived off the fruit of the land And open to the sky As is the way of my kind What did I know of fences? Or of lines on a map All I saw was plenty for all I knew nothing of money I knew only being fed and being hungry So they called me thief They called me savage Doom laden Light my way With candle dripping tallow And flame of dimmest red With hesitation I follow Stumbling and lost no doubt Yet still I follow By Phil Roberts
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Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 12:02 PM UTC
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Doom laden Light my way With candle of blackest tallow And flame of brightest white I follow my nature My gravitation Without question Godless and lawless Out of the wild I came Still wet and trembling Hairless and bared to all I lived off the fruit of the land And open to the sky As is the way of my kind What did I know of fences? Or of lines on a map All I saw was plenty for all I knew nothing of money I knew only being fed and being hungry So they called me thief They called me savage Doom laden Light my way With candle dripping tallow And flame of dimmest red With hesitation I follow Stumbling and lost no doubt Yet still I follow By Phil Roberts
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Dec 29, 2015
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