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Friday, February 27, 2004

This cannot be a requiem mass
     for I am not gone yet
Though it feels my soul lies lost
'Tis buried 'neath the wandering stars
     and it has not come yet
To the health of one who lives
Posted by Red at 12:08 AM

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