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Tuesday, May 21, 2013
I am panning for gold
I am panning for gold
Or a diamond in coal
An epic in the clouds
The make-up of my soul
But I only find sand
And coal dust in my lungs
The clouds gather and rain
My soul speaking in tongues
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