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Aug 2015
Nothing is more than you imagine,

For truth is everything.

Nothing is more than she says,

For silence is the answer.

Nothing is more than she appears,

For black is her pigment.

Nothing is more than she seems,

For who are you to judge.
Will of Alexander
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Will of Alexander  Lincoln, NE
(Lincoln, NE)   
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