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Moles of Misfortune By Ben Fitzgerald   Darkness and light all at once, The faces of many and yet few, But who am I to judge our fate.  
There is change great and small, At times it feels as though it doesn't matter at all. So many things that go on That could fill a hundred songs, Never get to see the day of light 
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