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ExileThey say i ride the finest horse, which you've ever seen I am a story told to children, on Halloween So here I stand upon the hill of shades of green Looking over the Land, looking at all the places I've been I look at the empty space where my town used to lay I still can't believe I ever went away I turn to face another dawn, way out to west Time to move on again, until I find some rest So I ride on, to find you I could never leave you, no matter how I wanted to So I ride on, to find somewhere new Carrying this burden of guilt, oh if you only knew So I ride on, through the lands, under the sky of blue Into exile for saying words that were honest and true. Vote for this poem
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