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Jul 2012
Let the light shine through the window and embrace your eyes with a gentle surprise,
As they come to you in your time of need,
They are the light the ones in white,
Lest we forget that in which life is based upon the caressing of time,
Days go by where you look for an answer,
Yet just wait they might see that it be dealt,
Just keep your head to the sky and watch as it cries for you,
Tears of joy rolling down eternities cheeks as it stops time for a long deserved second,
We now remember why we were here,
As the promoters of the glory of life upon the bountiful spectrum of Mortality.
Conor Cleveland
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