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My squinting eyes gaze on the view from
the window looking down,
A picture of green and an eloquent form
of preservation
From the fate that my feet shall walk, in a
place I've never known
Alone yet belonging to, the fear is silent
and the spirit strong
With me the book of writings, and the
stringed instrument for song
“How can he breathe to us, Unknown and
mist?” they say
Yet I cast the same wind from my mouth
as others do
But I am in a place as different as my left
is to right
My land and sea have now become
uncharted territory
Swept out from underneath my normal
shadows
Yes and so, It is an adventure waiting for
me
Shall I turn around and face a rewinding
story
In attempt to knowingly prohibit my profits
and dreams
Or will I stand and embrace the love of a
new character
For I know it is within China, that I forever
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