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The Traveler - 09-06-04

An echo from a shadow
Of a distant memory
Retold for three gold
On a midnite street

How it ever
Will remain
Though severed
In the rain
Was this union
So short lived
Just a murmur 
Left to give

To decieve once recieved
With each spirit idling by
The masters and their plasters
For which we live and die

How it ever
Shall disdain
Our brothers
In the rain
Seeking not 
Its clarity in vision
But purity of mind
Such a resolute distinction
That how dare it be defined

It was with these words
That the traveler spoke
With a single wave
And a final toke
Forever to remain
As a whisper in the winds
Which bring the falling rains