Just a little poem, for fun. An elf, still alive and on Earth, who's views clash with the ones of this world.
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It is lonely, no, the path I walk
Between the sand and sea
The wisp of breeze is comfortless
The light too dim for me
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Still I must go, I have no choice
For is choice much at all?
Oh, fear is real and fear I hark
But choice is not so tall
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I am confused, are not we all
About the land I see
The sands dot gold more ways than one
But no beauty here is free
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And I continue on this path
Watch sun melt soft from sight
And I know not what I can do
To stay the fading light
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And wander, I, towards the seas
And gaze out to the blue
They crash, they call, I linger still
It's not for me they coo
