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Walk The Wind to The Plight.


Gasp, hush outside,

Along the fickle quickened ride 

Exonerated from the desperate hold,

Molting from our failed old

So that it will be told

Of what we once always were warding 

Watched from a currency of the future 

Sworn to the regarded guarding 

Of eternity.

  

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