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Then in a moment, skies were clear...

Each stone hand crafted for the cause...

I’m sure his plan is...

Make them think they have a way...

in winds that blow cold ice and snow...

Calling, demanding - “Which side are you on?”

A million things swimming...

Gosh d****t! I can’t stand it!

Someone had to show me the way,though much of the time I just followed mineso you watched from the distance, I know.But it’s clear to me now, wi..

So when he finally spoke his words fit well into the sunset night...