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It's not the one who goes along Who holds the real power Nor the loudest demanding voice That pretends, then cowers He who holds Virtue's endowment Doesn't command the room The perceived misfitted outcast Who, when dark, they come to
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May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 9:07 AM UTC
The Last Shall Be
It's not the one who goes along Who holds the real power Nor the loudest demanding voice That pretends, then cowers He who holds Virtue's endowment Doesn't command the room The perceived misfitted outcast Who, when dark, they come to
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May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 9:07 AM UTC
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