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May 2013
It's 3 in the morning
And he's by the candle light
The place is silent
Except for pencil sounds
And heart pounds
His eyes cold and strained,  
Fingers creaking with pain
His back strong, his spirit unbroken
His head still, his mind open
Pouring out ideas, bright
By the candle light
Written by
Michael Thane
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