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Mar 2013
When I come they see reflections.
They smile and pay attention.
For I am what they know lies inside.
Then they go back to their busy lives.
Nobody takes the time to find
out. Who's the bread and
who's the wine.
Phoenix Aquarius
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Phoenix Aquarius
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