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Nov 2010
You've lived this life before- not knowing then what was in store.
You'll try this all once more, before you close the door.
Narrow your eyes and hold your breath; be weary of the sound,
For that you hear, do not fear- your feet still touch the ground.
Written by
Jeana Turano
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