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Oct 2014
Visions of light flashing across the sky
The brightness caught jupiters eye
It yells out here comes my sun
This war will end with the chosen one
A constant struggle to hold back rage
A burst of Flames to turn the page
With each day of the rising sun
We look out and seek that chosen one
But some they feel he'll never come
So many still will never run
Thomas Schulze
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Thomas Schulze  Belford
(Belford)   
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