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A Journey
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I name the color green or brown or blue or red, 
Out of the woods I come.
A journey soon or late.
Theres a freshness and a goodness that extends
to everything, from memory or what Ive read.
Each thing that I can find must pass within the
gsrdens gate.
While the sun hides it radiance,
I slowly drive through the autumn woods.
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