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Sep 2010
There’s an uncertainty in the shadows hanging over me
There’s a masterpiece in the failed attempts ahead of me
But will I get there before I die?
No support…that is gone to my dismay
So who is there…if in the ground my body lay
Who is there when I achieve
The Masterpiece ahead me
Ultimately it's not me
Written by
Andrew Foster
685
   Rai and Shane Bruter Engisch
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