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Feb 2013
We were always wrong                    
We were wrong in thinking our hearts were in our chests
They must be in our feet guiding us down our path
The trees that stand strong and silent never told us that they knew where we would end up
Most men search for immortality
If only they knew
There is no way to live forever
until
The trees grow of iron    
And
Mens hearts grow of stone
Elise
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Elise  Maine -
(Maine -)   
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