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Feb 2018
They all knew him
But she knew him best
A saint to many
And to many blessed
So it was no wonder
He left her so
To sacrifice himself
In the chasms below
And though for all time
He must there reside
She felt in her heart
His spirit never died
So she waits and she will
Til the end of the world
When his duty is ore
And the stars are unfurled
Hadrian Veska
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