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Jul 2011
Flying over a river,
Looking into the sun.
One word from the ancients
Questions what we've done.
The devil may cry
and so may I,
But that's not indicative
of any of our crimes.
Though the world pretends to listen
Too few heed the wisdom
For a hope of any kind.
Written by
Daniel Coleman
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   Ellyn k Thaiden
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