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Jul 2013
Fade into the night
not as a silvery soprano scream,
but a willowy whisper of what was.
Though Fate,
                      and Time,
                                       as well as Death
may eternally put Us to the scythe,
We will not yield,
nor can We.
Written by
Joshua Brown
448
   MITCHELL
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