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Just a mere vagabond I call myself Every stream I reside into changes current in my fall There are no parts to me I'm just around, everywhere  And someone to me somewhere Often I wonder when I'll flow in the same stream again? And as I get lost in the one I'm in  I'll be running to another creek yet again Cloistered I am yet I choose where I move Oh such a ********* Who laments but seldom improves Strongest they call me  For they know one day I'll swallow them too Wise I call myself too  Though I know I'm a fool Who feigns death under the thunderstorm  But saves the selfish believing no blade of theirs can dare cut me.
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Dec 21, 2017
Dec 21, 2017 at 12:54 PM UTC
Vagabond
Just a mere vagabond I call myself Every stream I reside into changes current in my fall There are no parts to me I'm just around, everywhere  And someone to me somewhere Often I wonder when I'll flow in the same stream again? And as I get lost in the one I'm in  I'll be running to another creek yet again Cloistered I am yet I choose where I move Oh such a ********* Who laments but seldom improves Strongest they call me  For they know one day I'll swallow them too Wise I call myself too  Though I know I'm a fool Who feigns death under the thunderstorm  But saves the selfish believing no blade of theirs can dare cut me.
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Dec 21, 2017
Dec 21, 2017 at 12:54 PM UTC
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