She wept, and in her weeping came to love again, came to see the light from foreign lands, came to put her fingers within those strong rough hands, to walk the shore and feel the sand.
Across echoing caverns of lonliness and forests of fear, mountains of sadness and lakes of tears. Foreign lands to happy men, but come to by all time and again. Places visited, touched on like the claws of a gull on the ocean's surface, but leading nowhere, dead ended. worthless. The true way is paved with joyful thoughts and merry laughter, fairy tale roads of happily ever after. The way is straight. Difficult, never sleeping. Try it. Stand up, smile while you're weeping.
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