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Nov 2
Someday we will get there,
The place our hearts know.
Just over the sunrise,
Where the birds fly to sleep.

And when we arrive?
Our family will greet us,
Blood and water are both as thick
As the bonds that keep us, here.

Brethren, standing together, tall
As the clouds and what’s beyond.
If Atlas drops, and the sky falls,
We will hold each other safe.
Edmond
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