there is a wound that heals there is a sand that soothes there is a cloud that clarifies the bumpy road that smooths truth telling can be lies What's called wisdom may be dumb there is a fame to ostracize, the familiar royal bum what looks to be in one way in opposition may be found the enigma defies what it is & how you may expound from jumping to conclusions and interpretations that impound I'll take my leave this autumn day to ride my muse unbound
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