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soft, pressed mud and grass, an inmprint
on the path of life. (step)
travel this carefully my friend, with your
muse at your side. hold her dearly to you-
softly. (step)
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touch her soul with yours, and become one.
but, press too hard, and you may be forced to stay.
changing your path
through her soul
with one, determined
(step).
tearing you away from what you were once meant to be..
STOP
...nothing.



