Wednesday, June 25, 2014

The Tragedy Of Man Comments

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Upon this spot on starry night, I rest and wait in my latter years
For an angel throng, bewinged, in sight, in veils, and drowned in tears
Who've each one come to see, a play of woe, of hopes and fears
Of a life laid bare, of a life set free and of all whom I hold dear
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Eric Paeplow
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