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A Desolate Tear
Shadows stretch beyond a tree where to and fro an empty swing drifts of memories so long ago...
Rain beats down upon my mind a cold chill drifts no longer a child I hear the sound where echoes call a moment in time lost for now
Fragmented facets unlatched receed drifting away no longer feed a love of strength once held so dear where a story of two cries a desolate tear
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Rick Parise
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