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Dec 2015
How ancient is the memory, of a being such as thee?
Perhaps it's fate, that kept you here, to share of it with me.
But though you are a mighty thing, and regal as can be,
Your age is great, and if we wait,
I fear you'll fall on me.
Written by
Rowan Darcy
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