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Compass


Hey compass, Lead the way, You've directed the constellations all night, Bring them home. I can hear your voice, Echoing from the shadows, From the lenses of your glass doors, Your arm directs us. The humility in your personality, You listen attentively, The winds give you commands, You obey by a wave of hands. Our eyes try to take you unawares, Your moves so swiftly, You whisper in our ears, 'There's no deceit in me' We've become more than family. Let's go into the world together, Just you and me, Fulfilling the dreams of others, We'll be free, Our mission crafted in out hearts, Can't you see? There's beauty in our art. Hey compass, Don't stray to far, The Earth wouldn't hold for to long, We need more heroes like you, Guarding our city without cues. Lyht Speaks #Beauty in Abstract.
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