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Jan 2014
Soft the cool wind
The desert sands blown round

There is no life
(no prayer, no sound)


All the footsteps --- gone!

Even those of Sacred Dream

Nothing has been spared
Except you and me

(Except you and me
All hope is gone)


Come let us marry
And seed the earth again

"Why not?" I say

"Why not?" you repeat
Written by
jeffrey robin
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