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Journey to a Star | ||
| In my morning reverie, Waiting for the muse to strike, I explore life's mystery, Floating free where'er I like. Though my body's in the chair At a certain point in time I can travel anywhere In my quest for one more rhyme. I can journey to a star, Or a nearby mountain trail. Though I may go very far My protector will not fail. | ||
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