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Vin was the epitome of an adventurera man born with an insatiable wanderlust that burned deep within his soul. Standing tall and broad-shouldered, Vin possessed a rugged charm that was impossible to ignore. Vin's sun-kissed skin bore the marks of countless hours spent under the open sky, his face etched with the lines of both laughter and weathered determination.

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There's more to living than only surviving Maybe I'm not there, but I'm still trying Though you hear me I don't think that you relate My will is something That you can't confiscate So forgive me, but I won't be frustrated By destruction in your eyes As you're staring at the sun
Once I rose above the noise and confusion Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion I was soaring ever higher But I flew too high Though my eyes could see, I still was a blind man Though my mind could think, I still was a mad man I hear the voices when I'm dreaming I can hear them say Carry on, my wayward son There'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry no more
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