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Sep 2011
The armies of the mute shall rise
And raise their voices in song
We shall look to the skies
When the nights are long
And we shall walk the endless road
Ragged brothers gather like moths to the flame
Our burning hopes shield us from the cold
Among us there is no shame
We all gather to the call
To knock on the heavens gate
To see that love is all
To see it was worth the wait
Patrick McCombs
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Patrick McCombs  26/M
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