for the swarms will come and reap your day dreams of love and hope. for the fears and blood stained faith are woven through her yeam of war. and the sadder song of broken wings heard through the battered pavement among this city. deafening, it betrays me in the sweetest and of the greatest of dreams. these moments can't avoid you. your tired faith
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yay for us too
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i look forward to this...
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