My Weary Traveller

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I found you at my doorstep a world weary traveller,

With wounds on your feet and heart that ran so deep, you could not take a single step farther,

In you came and I washed your feet and dressed your wounds so you would not bleed any further,

And so you have remained quite happy and content in the love we both nurture together.

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