Journey of the PoeT

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He stands alone in gray-fold veil, 
With eyes of light, cold and pale. 
Under cloak, there shadow lies, 
Save for the shining pale-lit eyes.

He sees the world, bright and green. 
The sun in sky and star-lit sheen. 
‘cross the grass, and o’er hill. 
He wanders freely as he will.

He stands alone in gray-fold veil,
With eyes of light, cold and pale.
Under cloak, there shadow lies,
Save for the shining pale-lit eyes.

He sees the world, bright and green.
The sun in sky and star-lit sheen.
‘cross the grass, and o’er hill.
He wanders freely as he will.

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