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Feb 2020
The line between heaven and hell,
A line moving to and fro
With each silent toll
Of the otherworldly bell.

A motionless ball set to roll,
Time tells of stagnant control;
Neither will consume the other whole.
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
(20/M/Wherever I May Roam)   
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   --- and Sparrow
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