O the miles these feet hath trod
to the heartbeat metronome onward plod
O the frights these eyes hath seen
dissecting the coalmines for diamond's glean
O the quests this sword hath braved
body in tatters but sanity saved
O the dreams this mind discerned
and plunged into patterns of locks unturned
Yet O the words these ears still hear
that scorn the ignorance of my years
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