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Is That All the epic mortal soul survives only as long as the human mind thrives blank as a new born… quiet as silence in slow-motion time’s legacy heaped with scorn strife burdens the soul and the years of torment take there toll the dark shadows began to fall now back against the wall with head bowed praying for another day before that last curtain call long ago there’s was a beginning… now here comes the ending… is that all? |
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