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Feb 2016
Oh then I lost myself to the void

After that one nightmare I had.

Last night, I sought her out

Only to see merely nothing.

But oh then I got up to the warm Sun,

Second time I was awoken after falling.

Oh how could I stand to the terror

Of not finding you, my home.

My roof my floor and my blanket

These shall not perish to the earth

Nor to the time, or space

As long as heaven exists

And the promise of its existence stands.
Nara S
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Nara S  Melancholy Hill
(Melancholy Hill)   
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     Fawn, --- and Cecil Miller
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