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Agent Steel - Traveler
The lonely...
They travel on and leave behind,
The sands of time,
The wind forgot
The spy...
He leaves his mark and then moves on
The hatred,
That people show is like their mirror
The echoes...
Of the voices crying out
Ring out,
Through... The Traveler
Their hatred is their mirror
to be continued...
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