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Jun 2017
When the sun sinks
I n t o   t h e   o c e a n ,
I always think
It is   c r u e l ;

To drown a ball
Of scorching heat
Is a  m u r d e r
Of one's belief.
Blessed Regalia
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Blessed Regalia  Middle Earth
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