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The Sanctity of Lost Souls Long after sunlight's shining grin has faded, When only shards of broken stars remain, At that moot point in time when love comes jaded And sobbing souls are never judged as sane, Someone lost may feel the weight of sorrow. Someone lost may see the fractured moon. Salvation, then, might come upon the morrow. (Sometimes salvation comes a bit too soon!) A paper torn does not deny the hero Of substance, style or even saving grace. We move from off the chart toward the zero That signifies the ending of the race. And still, we have no visions, no designs Just endless furrows plowed in fragile minds. |
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