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Wednesday, February 25, 2009
I was I was not and yet...
Dragons breathed doom
And my face now burns
For my time has long gone
Yet each new day is balm
Born in dawn on a sunrise
That softens each day to dusk
To sleep to dream and to rest
To enjoy the new tomorrow
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