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Jul 2011
In the end
    All we see
         All we know
                     is death.

And all we feel for
         All we think there is
                     disappears.

For through it all
                     there's life
      there's love, and
            happiness.

Before everything
         All we are
               All we have
                          is peace.

And all we can be
              all we can do
                     is sing.
Sara Ackermann
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Sara Ackermann  23/F/New Richmond, Wisconsin
(23/F/New Richmond, Wisconsin)   
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