MEETING SOMEONE GOING TO THE CAPITAL WHO CAN TAKE A MESSAGE (E A D G B E)
Looking east towards my old home. Road stretching on and on. I can no longer dry my tears. Sleeves of my robe are soaked through.
We meet; two riders on the road. But I have no paper or pen. So I ask you kindly to let them know I am safe and well.
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