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Nov 2011
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Take these boulder that rest upon your
weary shoulders.
And crush them into crimson pigments,
so rich
     and dark.

Paint the sunrise of tomorrow
                 and let the morning glow.
Shanekwa
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Shanekwa
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     ---, Shanekwa and serah
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