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Peace and love a home of hope
the shadow becomes misplaced
fleeing to the corners seeking darkness
light dragging in the weak 
Words adding strength to a growing power
the suffering long forgotten
And with thankful souls they depart 
They grab the shadows as they leave

(working on it )	
Posted: 2005-11-24 00:17:17 UTC

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2006-01-08 06:36:26lost the lonely dead
reminds me of stuff