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'Some said'..looking back before. My god looks on and but to the very few he speaks; Keep it to your self, move away lead them away from things like this they cause but grief. But for that moment when two halves come together 'is it then' Between the mountain and it's mole. Why loose it in hate when love is but a softer word like 'dear' You need to hear, Suffer me nor you, we are but pitiful things. Beings barely yet. Full with such flying thoughts that fill out between the seam some sew to stitch. Then rain comes and cools the heated mind and then sits clear in wait to drink again. He has neither the will nor inclination to explain it all against your whippoorwill, it is like those great winds squeezed out and then it's gone. Heaven help me help us 'God' when words were night and day. One says tidal wave another a tsunami. The crack in the earth to all means just one thing. And love was love and hate was fate you laid within and slept upon their graves.