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Apr 2014
There are voices in the distance
Over hills that roll on beyond sight
The fog comes in slowly misting
And aromas of rich earth there dwells

The faint and hushed words echo
Shrill sounds contained therein
A radiance in the distance around
Speaks to hope fulfilled

It is in the darkness, some find their light
ponny jo
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