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and though I walk beside you see
I am nowhere near your visions seen
the ghosts of many marked and mean
guarded by the steps I lead
and to all those who tread the place
I walk and run and stead a pace
my footed markings not the race
but wings of loving set my space
and though these winged wanes and woes
the crooked face of friendless foes
they have no place amoung your souls
their empty headed hateness grows
they go and row a race to hold
to take your love, your kind, your gold
to have the place my steps still brace
the one my love you stay to hold
and here I pay the steps I told
the promises I made to go
to give not take but love not waste
to show you all the things not sold
by heartfelt friendship cant you know
I am your friend, your matching soul