Born of a broken heart.
Chambers empty from the start.
RED Vessels, vacant from all but sadness.
Destined for a thousand miles.
For one and all childs.
All man, sadden.
All men but the Red Man.
Rhymes, Writings, and Confessions to Small Crimes
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Born of a broken heart.
Chambers empty from the start.
RED Vessels, vacant from all but sadness.
Destined for a thousand miles.
For one and all childs.
All man, sadden.
All men but the Red Man.
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