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Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Run,Run



Run to the Sky,My Children,

For That may be our Paradise,

Do Not Fall to the Earth, My Children,

For everything that has Fallen,Has Died,

Run My Children, Run to the Sky....








You must grow a pair of wings,


With feathers made of grass and soul,


You must hear what the young Sky sings,


Only then may you be All and Whole...

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