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I hear a voice upon the wind telling me that I have called you yet again. As visions of children long since grown rip and pull at the depths of my soul.

I hear their voices as desperately they cry saying where have you been? Don't you care if we die? You said that you would be there to show us the way but just as all the others, you ran away.


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