Take Nothing, Speak Bears, Count Hairs
You speak pigeons when I speak bears.
I count petals when you count hairs.
I dance the dirty while you do a waltz.
You sing hymns, I do country false.
We do everything together, but nothing the same.
Time to be going, taking nothing, leaving a name.
“Sometimes we must walk away to get ahead.”
Dartwill Aquila
System Humanity 
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