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Perfect nature comes from perfect loss,
When the rolling stone carries no moss,

And the character of fallen hero's help us change,
For we know that joy and pain often exchange,

But the start of each journey may seem far from the end,
And the friends who need us are round each bend,

So make a mark in the sand at every mile or so,
Because God's book unfolds every time we grow,

By Silverfox

© 2011 Silverfox (All rights reserved)


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