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Nov 2010
and sure
and the hills rise

the Lady of the Gentle Mystique
keeps the fires burning

--

the fires

beckoning

calling to the Free Men
"come"

--

Death is seeping

into all hearts

---

what does

"Love"
mean
without the courage

to appear

at the very

"Dawn-of Day"?

--
----
--

mystic hands
are
always
reaching out

(corrupt or pure)

GENTLY NOW

--

one of two ways

that's the "deal"

---

i can love you if you are here

false love kills

walking corpses are everywhere

above the hills

see

the Golden Sun

---

choose

one of two ways

the fires are burning

She

is here
Written by
jeffrey robin
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