Lyretry

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Of this I am sure
Drawn by the allure
Of what is after the last
When future becomes past

Ever from within
Time is withered and thin
With stumble this courage
Am I lost or hurried

What will be next?
The scene is set
To go without sorrow
I will empty the hollow

Filled with resolve
Never to dissolve
I bring you this fear
That is held so near

Pulling with might
This light so bright
Flickering once more
I arrive on your shore

About G.Edward Smith

A stranger in a strange land...
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