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May 20, 2009 22:33



Desperation carries that soul of youth like spring;
Though capable, we, those sparse and moonless nights,
Seek light in dark with naught but waxing shame.

With years and untold days our youth learns age;
Crying freedom, we, as burning fields of grain
Make past the means by which we earn our name.
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