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We Walk the Same Road
We walk the same road now we serve the same master, though our paths were so different my friend, till the end. Your ascent past sparkling mountain streams, to the tinkle of innocent youth, in tribal lightness traipsing, crested in cruel fire baptismal from along my road; where I had come long before you; with the earthern Gangetic weight of alluvial centuries bearing richly down. Won't the measured gravity, the flat certitude of less effervescent climes, where power lies and is blind, ever see, that your road, and my road, that our road, my friend, is a road that has been taken before.
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