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Nov 4
Upon the fallen ruins of history
Roses will always bloom
Those crumbled stones shall be adorned
The tempest laughed at, the decay scorned

There the rose's thorns flowed into beauteous red
Which watered with hope will always exist
Thus through abundance famines will be fed
And thriving on the native course of time they will persist
Written by
Fenna Capelle
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     Fawn and BR Dragos
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