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Feb 2014
For steady path lay'th deep,
a journey long and far to steep.
With amber and ashes we heap,
The fairest of nature's keep.
As the pallid yet palpable a'sphere bedew,
From saints to sinners shrew,
I shall paint this day a new,
where angels not lovers flew.
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Count Kyalo
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