They talk about
one of us,
a member of the order.
Now that we have split,
all towards paths
that might cross
and join together.
But this one they mention,
caught my attention,
for few would still do,
revisit this old location.
That he is fair,
that his skin is clean
from the sun's glare.
No glass upon his face,
to correct
distorted angles.
And seeks education
born not from
the ruling nation.
Where the people we have
are few and and within what we knew,
who could it possibly be,
lest the order has within,
a person that remain phantom,
right under our noses.
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