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Don't be scared of shadows Nasty man who lurk Lots of rotten bullies Pushing you around They will never steal What it means to feel The wonders of being without Where i stand it seems that existence Is resistance to despair Now i know my life's not been easy But at least it has been there Sometimes there'll be good times Some folk can be kind But the wind that blows inside us Will be blind For this time i have waited for ages All my pages have been dry I've been lost in the swirling of potions All my motions have been high Over every molehill Under every mile For the essence of motion is devotion To the wheel So you see i'm not going to mind it Or define it in degrees Every inch of being is like old time Is the right time to be free