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I feel a need to be alive anew
To live as if my blood were pure and clean,
And flowing with a love that can be seen
With purpose that my heart can know is true,
With sacredness in all I think and do.
I long to circle my own star, not lean
Towards opinion of what others mean,
To trace the path that I alone can hew.
Not penny, pound, or Euro do I follow
Tradition, custom are for me too narrow.
I follow only my true soul's own arrow
Partaking of my solitude and marrow.
If all else fails me then I have my heart
And nature which I am so much a part.
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