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3d
don´t think me luddite
but if it was up to our kind
we would still live in caves
watching the sun rise

in the quiet of the light
o gentle mind..
the old gods sway
the birth of man cry..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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