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May 2013
Misty mountain not so high,
Please let me enlighten before I die,

The smell of incense in the air,
Live a good life with a bit of care,

Reason is treason with wrath,
Anger will take you down a horrid path,

Misty mountain haze come to me,
Forever in a rain drop of a sorrowful sea,

Enlightened once more on the path of Life.
Conor Cleveland
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