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| Comes A Time by � moon_grace When sun glows golden but sky hues grey. When wind blows but grass remains sullen, unyeilding, unmoving. When a tangle of voices throws no harbor to the soul. When wild dogs and vultures keenly keep vigil within view of the starving child. When hopelessly outnumbered, the surrendered blinks in the glint of the sword and remembers.... My eyes have seen the star. |
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