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Another and another
What happens is gone
With dreams to smother
And never this be wrong

Why do you come close
As if to embrace
The meaning for most
Is the wish to erase

All that is done
And all that we are not
Differences have won
Never to be forgot

Do you still stand open
With arms so wide
The choice of the chosen
Is buried inside

Why do you keep holding
What happened is now
The moment is growing
Yet lost somehow

About G.Edward Smith

A stranger in a strange land...
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