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sound
and so close to symphony
your soul
in his ear
the poetry of universe
andEarth
bigger than thememory
more fluid than the tear..
courage
mostly happy
world like you bit me
with your beautiful culture
wars
as they vulture
words at the scene
time
what it means
to the waiting...
love
and all time expected anyway
greed as we find
manners as we mind
our own
truth as its sewn
person and personality
the quiet poetry
he left
in his sons' eyes
for the writing..
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