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Play this wandersong
Even with the end written
I sing anyway

We have claimed nothing
In it we have discovered
Peaceful persistence

Even with all lost
Telling tales by the fire
Until the sunrise

Such a lonely path
Its sting removed by a friend
Who refused to leave

We hold on tighter
As the darkness starts changing
To ultraviolet

Grace to enemies
As always with a blessing
A chip and a chair

This will be complex
Irrational and winding
But these pieces fit

So we harmonize
Separated by spacetime
Exactly on cue 

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