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Apr 2021
in living we all walk toward the dawn,
through moonless nights,
through cold and touchless mist,
yet sunbirth come: only some shall carry on,
the rest remain,
in pain,
to on departed souls subsist.
Norman Crane
Written by
Norman Crane  Canada
(Canada)   
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