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Nov 2011
In the great rift,
where everything goes adrift.
I feel the pressure on my shoulder,
I believe that I just overheard her.
Many things will come,
be sure that there is some.
Come all ye may,
and be ready to stay.
The rift in time is grand,
may you follow his hand.
Written by
Lucas Perry
534
   Bernadette Rivera and Ugo
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