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Only with hands of you
Can I hold what they knew
In secrets we keep
To drown in the deep

Without a way to go
Now hoping to show
The path we walk upon
Has grown and nearly gone

This is not of delusion
Another misleading illusion
To keep us long apart
To break this broken heart

Is it almost near
The wait is clear
We are what we become
On this day too soon to be done

About G.Edward Smith

A stranger in a strange land...
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