A far cry,
It went a great distance
Oh, that certain sensible sadness,
Not setting very well
Offered feelings,
Expecting some self-reflection,
But the action felt doomed,
Laced with regret, lanced with salt
So, after his loss,
He went far and wide,
Gaining little weight except for a heavy burden
Well, there goes it for the travel circuit
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