The shadows

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There is a weary,
wandering soul
With feelings of loneliness
With emotions that are untold
Her identity became an enigma
But the depths of her,
cannot be measured
Far beyond beautiful,
Her love is- the treasure
Who shall seek her out?
Her eyes are on the beholder
Who is this that wanders?
From far away, it seems closer
Whenever you find her,
You will have found yourself
You will have gained the access
The door to your inner soul
It's her, but it's you that wanders
So what do you seek?
It's here, right here
But little time to think
I am you. You are her.
And she, Well she, she is me.

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