The strip of paper, that once a flew,
and land at my feet,though still try,
torn from all edges, and squalid to core,
had all but one word on it, 'Good-Bye'.
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Let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream, I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been
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GOOD-BYE.
Isn't that two words?
Poetic Liberty! ;)
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