Lyretry

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A tangle of toil
With hearts that boil
Never from without
Helpless in doubt

Starting in hopeful bliss
And lips that would kiss
The release of emotion
No want of devotion

This feeling has passed
Nothing to last
With beginning and end
From sadness to send

All had been forgot
Learning not taught
We circle around
The body that has been found

About G.Edward Smith

A stranger in a strange land...
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