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*for whom I dedicate this, I hope her heart echoes the same emotions that should
be stirred by the follow lines I once penned. Such a thing is eternal... one
cannot escape one's heart. For you, Sigoria... and for all to read.....*
*Exodus* I sit on the edge of the river of dreams it's glistening, playful waters beckon me emersion into it's depths once more but I can not only can I look upon the heavens in introspection of memories bliss my time here falls dusk I force myself, hard, upon this exodus
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