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Change The evils that we see in life of late are they not shaddows of our fate? Is there no armour with which to gird ourselves against that Demons heathen elves? Can we not plant in given mind the truth and call upon that ever pliant youth? Remembering when we once could brave the path to grace the height, and slow the wrath. And thereby change the course of things recreating wisdom born of Kings. |
Additional Notes:
If we can learn, we can change.
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