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Feb 2012
Heads will roll, when the end is near,
Gone will be love through fear,
The stars will ascend to their former approval,
The old will collapse, hasty removal,
Subject to their own suppressed  will,
Finally enlightened, themselves they ****.
Aaron Driver
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