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My tale involves
A betrayal of sorts
Plucked out of the crowd
A train
Carried me through
The rain
All of the lights
In the city
Over the horizon
Met there by a man
With a golden tooth
Who raped the truth
Counting his money
Behind his back
A hundred dollar haircut
With a three cent soul
The city chewed me up
The train spit me out
Back to the fields
Sprung with daffodils
I had betrayed them all
But with one grand bow
Over rows and rows
They welcomed me home


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