I walk a path that none can see,
Just half of who I aught to be,
Apart from all so near to me,
Imprisoned by my destiny,
I walk a path that none can know,
Just following where I must go,
A glimpse is all that I can show,
Enslaved to wander to and fro,
I walk a path that none can flee,
Just watching all that I could be,
A shadow that no one can see,
This shade that is the real me.
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