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Aug 2014
The size of the attack
the big to compare
the cradle that fell and sounded the ears.
I am so ashamed, oh help me now
I am so alone and now  wonder how
No one really cared and this is really all
my fault;
I will walk and sing the opera all through the dark.
Presences unknown , come and go
as they listen to the sad song of all thy foes
I am so alone and now wonder how
This is as could be and I will still sing during the drought
Written by
Elizabeth Bleu
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