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Desperate Hours

Perhaps in some distant twlight hour in the days we have left to come,we will find out all the answers to all our songs unsung. Maybe then we can understand,what seems like moments that brought us here,that only in our desperation can we know our deepest fear.But when we find out all the answers to what we do not know,will we have the strength inside to let the questions go? And if we do will it be enough to keep us then content? Or will we go on asking for more time than we were lent?

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