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Scribbled Song
And the song shall live on.
For all the ages of the rising sun.
In till the very last human is gone.
For a voice to no longer sing.
It echos through times of suffering and plenty.
It becomes of the divine.
So pure it is no longer of this world.
A immortal being in its own right.
And yet it sits scribbled on piece of paper.
Just waiting to be picked up by someone.
By anyone.
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Ace Of Black Hearts
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