Those I care about I left.
I'm talking about those who know my draft.
All I know it'll be swift
To balance scantily you'll drift.
It's just part of the season
Where we have to find a reason.
I hope we're tame for a lesson.
There's no need to be Tyson.
There I'll learn for stance.
For now dim is the only relevance.
Now I shout for patience
Then, we can see importance.
Only if thine can hear footsteps...
They are only back steps
-Mysterious Slim Lecture
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