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Weary, downtrodden, broken, but not alone—
I am a traveler and foreign to this land.
I come in peace to learn of the things
Which I know little of—the ways of
Kings, knights, commoners, and serfs.
I come with nothing but what I am—
The words on my tongue and
The thoughts in my mind, but plan to leave
With a glory that will shine forth
From every crevice of my being.
For when I leave, never to return,
I will be running into the arms of my father.

—C.R.E.