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Sunday, April 21, 2013
Perhaps there’s nothing more
Perhaps there’s nothing more
Nothing behind the door
Gone, the existing floor
No chances to repeat
Perhaps what we hold dear
Are these moments so near
The joy, the thought, the fear
The striving to complete
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