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Honey combed whispers and walking woods. How ever may times roll ill be walking in? I dare not be what they forget, time will heal all wounds. This child may just forget everything of oath. Who can even say what color is the sky Without someone else saying otherwise? Its blue, its black, its orange, magenta, and several more. Let it be something wicked or maybe full of scorn. Going distance across this land I speak of many evils. You may be a friend, But whose to say the friend isn't the toughest suspect? Giving all my wrongs and many of my rights, I dare not answer. I am the worthless opponent who does not scream with courage. What is courage? |
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