Walking among the Ancients
Imagine living with the fold.
I walk among an ancient ruin.
I wonder what I would be doin'.
Would I find myself very old?
Would I happen to feel so bold.
Taking paths as an ancient human.
Or would I stay put as I was told.
Look for gold would be my undoin'.
I need to take a hold.
Of the next person who is woman.
so I can join a blissful union.
My story could easily be sold.
But first I have to be told.
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