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To hope until hope creates
From its own wreck
The thing it contemplates
Sort of immortal
Never say goodbye
You are here now
From its own wreck
The thing it contemplates
Sort of immortal
Never say goodbye
You are here now
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Submitted by
papersnake On Nov 02, 2006
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