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walk the pain
into oblivion
beug never
humble views
follow the South track
the scent of cypress
drawn seaward with
of swallows lucky
closable ears
the foggy cold, threatening affliction of the North
sounds
you no longer
orange blossom
songs did you once conspired
drum strengthen your swing and pull the swallows behind
veredit © 2008
... this is a Re-Post in November 2008 , it was time to call for this light even bring again to light ...
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