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The of my story:
discomforts, despite myself, I
I my endless devotion
To the belief that all of value,
all of virtue, and so inclined we
Fill up our and toast to each other,
And though I listen to the
That divergent systems employ to

us, delineate us,
Repackage our words, us,
I unceasingly affirm my can
Cannot be measured, be altered.
I know, I know it, I do it
overzealous obscurantism.
With word and with every gesture,
I must it. I can't define it,
But all the I know I can describe it:

I walk o'er and see the river.
A statue the sun has weather'd.
The of the overgrowth and
The old covered in snow. We've
the way the universe will go.
A righteous white horse, a man a bow.
A bit of the mistletoe.
of fate or the fire of Surtur.
Though we're divided, the force of
put us all in the ground together

This I must get up
To see the world me.
Right away, what I
In seeing as words upon a paper.

The sun is up.
My are wide.
I am a man, I am yours.