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Monday, August 10, 2009

Time of Different

Passing through space
All voices are silent
No see-ers can see tomorrow

Echoes of moments past
Lurk looking for meaning
Only time will tell happy from sorrow

As the new day approaches
The dawn of change shows
From the passion of revolution
No one can borrow

With a high flying conscience
And a low spilling pride
The birth of different
Could happen tomorrow.

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