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We'll Never Know

The clouds of ash overhead

Darken and fill our lungs.

Though there are but few dead

Days have passed since the birds have sung.

 

It's so beautiful, yet we mourn

And never fully understand.

Our perspective and our hearts are torn

With devastation from the unplanned.

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Jul 7, 2010
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