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Eternity

We walk and pass the gloomy way, Stronger than iroko tree we are each day, Sitting beside a solemn floating spring, Loudly it sounds,just like the orchestra string, Wind whirls widely at the king, The sun forget not to glow from west to east, All hearts are always at feast, The echoing song like a vegetable it grow, The living walk very fast, But the dead walk very slow, In the darkest path, The moon shines so wide, And the darkest went to hide. Before ------ I ----- Was ----- Born.

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Date: 1/12/2016 12:25:00 PM
you write well Ferdinard, this poem's impressive. **SKAT
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