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I walk along uncounted paths
and whisper my secrets in secret
few are those I tell my tale
today

This is me, the shade in the dark
my brothers sleep when I'm awake
a breath in the wind yet always more
a stone in your heart and nothing less
just as the sun will rise again
just as the months will turn into years
no one will know the man I am

I walk amidst a crowd of people
a day like the day before
the men who look upon me
are blind to what they see

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