Before The Light

New Young Pony Club 5 1 201 0
I lost one, found one I went back to the beginning with it The marking I want more of your ideas And less of your infinite Looked in, I looked out The placement, that would never fit Forgetful, that to look is the instinct But the ?leave? takes the flesh with it Don

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