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The Sun rises.
Glory,
Happiness,
New Life.
The Sun moves.
Progress,
Change,
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The Pen moves,
The Paper takes the ink.
Silence,
But the scratching makes me think.
9 years 11 months ago
The world is a beautiful place.
Maybe it’s that belief
that always gets me in trouble.
I spend my days
9 years 11 months ago
It's cold in hereThis place we layWe are sent hereEvery single day
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What will future generations see in the textbooks?
What will our future children hear of our victories?
9 years 11 months ago