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[teclis]

Paths I have half-way trodden,
Deep forest trails I’ve spied,
Places I have been before,
A hundred masques I’ve tried.

Things I’ve uttered for all to hear
That I have seen and could not contest
Fell short of their intended ear
As but a whimsical jest.

But now they walk the ways I went
And yet will not remember
That once I may have been content
To trod that path to umber

Though I have said already that road was not my lot
I yet know a bit of it where all I do know not

My Words Will
be my shield
and I will
be yous