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Saturday, April 16, 2011
We barely opened up the gate
We barely opened up the gate
To steal a peek or view
And found the forest set on fire
By the sparks of me and you
I will not write again too soon
And though we snuff it out
There is a spark which lights on you
And I'll carry it throughout
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