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.: Monday, December 05, 2005 :.
hard fought battles,
of soft set minds,
yours is the struggle,
and i've got no time,
to set straight the rubble,
that lay in your path,
to talk down the devil,
whose dreams filled with ash,
would see the sky falling,
if not for the sun,
that dear icarus plundered,
for sake of just fun.
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