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He Was a Traveller


He was a traveller Someone I couldn't compel To stay a little longer Oh how beautifully He seeped through my skin Something more warmer Than a summer morning's sun The way my body responded To all of his touches The beat my heart worked on Was beyond all of its limits Then came a day When he wanted to escape The place he called home I guess, the charm did fade I objected, but he was a rebel He did what pleased him And I accused my fate For he was a traveller Someone I couldn't compel To stay a little longer
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