Exile
In the darkness he tapped his cane
The sound, tap tap tap
Knowing well to return again
On the path he had tapped
His spirit lit a lamp inside
In a private lonely place
For him to see or to hide
Behind his empty face
Slowly tap tap tapping
Where he again can find
The secrets he is mapping
And keep within his mind
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