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  1. Posted April 19, 2022 at 7:32 pm | Permalink

    To you and the forlorn, I drink from the horn, not letting go, you know, why ? does it show ? but don’t stop with time on your hands, the war torn lands, the people who cry, screaming out loud Why ? oh Why ? does it please one to obey, the misgivings of the beast, wanton destruction, refuge at the next junction, where will it end ? Pegasus my long lost friend.

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