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( it's a long night )

He sits forever looking out

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The dark wind

The red siren call that splits us

From ourselves

And leaves us weak and alone

//

The utter sheer determination

To prevail

Is the FIRST JOY

( and fear and hope are gone )

//

WE CAN TALK SO EASILY OF TRUTH

AND NEVER DARE APPROACH IT

//

His life is a poem

who the author is ?

Only time will tell

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The lonely boys and girls are finally seen

( and by his seeing he sets them free )

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He is here to become a MAN

••

amid the red screams and the death

He seeks his maker just to lend a hand