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The Proper Compass
It seems to me in later years, Intolerant of doubt, I've grown quite fond of compasses And always seek them out. They haven't helped me find that much As I sway back and forth, Although I'm lost I feel relief In knowing which way's North. It's enough if they help me find My way back into town, Dreams will remind me which way's up And gravity which down.
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