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The names of flowers trampled are forgotten to the words of history Birds whose feathers have been plucked, cry for the skies We are their prey yet we are the hunters From the greatest depths will we rise to reach for the stars beyond We are no more the dust on the wind, yet we weather even the mightiest of mountains Love bound by loss and childhood, will we find and forever chained Bravery to face even the executioner Agony of great tortured endured Go forth and stretch beyond the tips of swords We will survive ~Dragon Slayers
Posted on: Fri, 06 Sep 2013 13:07:45 +0000

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