For Thine Morrows…27 09-2k12
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Which the city
upon which ye soar
what the plaque
upon thy door
What the sands
that glitter thine shore
how thine canoes
the tide explore
Heavenly strings
that hold ye aloft
and earthly bonds
that mould ye soft
what the winds
that billow thine sails
whose the smile
that never fails
Which the tomes
that hold thine eye
which the tales
that make thee sigh
What thy visions
for thine morrows
whence the morns
that slake thine sorrows
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27 sep,2k12
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