[ IP ] There is a Trader who can be Found at the Edge of Things ...

The trader at the edge of things 
 
 Tendrils of time around her face. 
 
 Through the shade her lanterns shine 
 
 And eyes stare bleakly into space. 
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 In her pack are treasures 
 
 From every place and age. 
 
 She stands alone. Her heart is full. 
 
 Loneliness, despair and rage. 
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 You could approach her - 
 
 look into those yellow eyes. 
 
 You could purchase anything. 
 
 Be wary of the price. 
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 Why would she need money, 
 
 Why would she need gold, 
 
 But all the same the price is high 
 
 For any treasures sold. 
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 You see your heart's desire, 
 
 Under a glass covered in dust, 
 
 You know you should n't take it. 
 
 You know you really must. 
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 You reach forward. Take it. 
 
 You do n't care about the cost. 
 
 Your hearts desire. For your souls fire. 
 
 From that moment you are lost. 
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 The trader at the edge of things, 
 
 Tendrils of time stretch out from space. 
 
 She has one more shining lantern. 
 
 She has a strange unhappy face.
