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Lost in the wind, I awaited
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your voice calling me home.
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I walked hand in hand
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with the pulsating ocean currents. Now
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I move like a night worker across
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the mountains, my song deadening
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the dry, parched heart of the savanna.
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I live by the rise and fall of the
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tequila-flavored sun and the fall of the
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innocent. Let me drink the beat
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of your soul in the land of the Navajo.
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Stretch your hand across the
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crystal-watered pavement which threatens
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to separate us. Never again shall I
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create darkness from light! I can
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touch the purple skies! I am as magnificent
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as the eagle.
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8 Jun 07

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This is filled with pure evil. The devil would be impressed. I'm sad to say however that God wouldn't. He is...oh no...the Devil is behind me...it's because of all the bad poetry I've been reading...I'l ward him off with some good poetry...just a bit as I go to Henry's mainpage. 8/10
 — Henry

Nice.
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