The Poet Can't See
It's an open road,
It stretches in an endless way,
Everybody walks,
The young poet sees everyone
In his great vision,
But he can't see himself in his own region.
It stretches in an endless way,
Everybody walks,
The young poet sees everyone
In his great vision,
But he can't see himself in his own region.
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