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Mar 2019
kings nor pharaohs
let
the
stars
shall
speak their gallant words
we
hold for tomorrow
the
transition of
our
soul begins
in
this ancient paradise
that
lead us not
into
temptation
but
deliver us
to
write our names in gold
Written by
Stu Harley
43
   Weeping willow
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