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another. this one not so sappy.
"None but who I am"
Nations of stairways and skyways and doorways,
I have been down them and up through them all.
Hung in the balance of nonsense and silence,
I ask you a question and, you, me one more.
- How could you know what my eyes have seen centuries since...
- How could you speak what my tongue has not shapened...
- Who am I to you deceive...
- Who are you to just believe...
- How could you offend to say...
- Where are all my roles to play?
Leaf through your dreams,
and see what the writing means
The words of your choice
are the chimes of my voice.
How could you walk on the waves?
How could I be but a slave?
What have I done to be damned?
I am none but who I am
I am none
but
who
I am.
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