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There
are roads draw in the mind, but
never trailed. There
are roads abruptly cut, by accidents of
the heart. There
are roads made free, by a generous supreme been. There
are roads blocked permanently by
incommunication. There
are roads that bifurcate and drives us to
the same place. There
are roads of dead constructed by
the man. There
are roads to be draw, in the exile Of words. |
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