Autobiography
Beneath my favorite tree,
I asked the wind to carry me
to lands across the sea.
In time, my friend, the wind, complied
and took me to the world's other side,
where I gladly lived until I died.
In between those two events,
I lived in palaces and tents,
as an affront to common sense.
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